A Sexual Disaster of Epic Proportions

by MasterOfNintendo

Rating: mature
Tags: Thunderlane, Anthro, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Adventure, Sex, Horror, Big Macintosh
Length: 24347

It all started with an incident at Sweet Apple Acres. It will end in flames and debauchery.

Cover Art by Slypon

For years, it has waited beneath Equestria. Waited until the right moment to strike. To corrupt the minds of all around it. Mare, Stallion, Dragon, Griffin, doesn't matter. It's dark energy wishes to be unleashed upon Equestria once again. And it just had to get an opportunity to do so at Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack might not make it...Twilight will be quite busy...Dash will hold her breath...Fluttershy will fear what she becomes...Pinkie will run...Rarity will try to endure...the Princesses will fight...and Equestria will be rocked to its core.

WARNING: This fic contains Anthro, Corruption, Cock Vore, Cum Absorption, Futanari, Transformation, Latex, Mare on mare, Stallion on Stallion, Whatever on Whatever, Vore in general, absorption, mind break, tentacles, incest, and whatever else (although that should sum it up). Also, an attempt to make a story while horny as Hell. Not...easy...

Published 2016-12-21 10:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-08 10:52:25 UTC

Stallion of Stallions: Big Mac

Big things usually begin small.

....Yeah. That's...pretty much all there is to it.

Actually, that's being a bit more lazy than one would have thought. Alright. Perhaps more detail is in order.

Big things usually begin small. For example, a scapegoat could cause an entire war to start or a microorganism can evolve into a mighty titan. It's always a treat to figure out what will happen if one give enough faith to a really small thing. Potential is everywhere.

Sadly, this is one of those cases where something small should STAY small. For the curious tale about to unfold involves something malevolent. Something sinister. Something conniving. Something no bigger than a post-it stamp.

A seed. The smallest seed in the history of Equestria. Not a metaphorical seed. Just...a seed. It had been in the ground for some time. Nopony knew of its existence, much less who or what planted it. And whether it was better if ponies knew about it or not wasn't important.

Because it had sprouted into a...sprout. A small sprout only 4 raisins tall. Right in a cute little place called Sweet Apple Acres. Home of a fraction of the hard working Apple family. I'm sure you know them quite well, eh?

First of which was Applejack, the hardest worker next to her brother (we'll get to him in a moment). Despite her muscular physique, she still looked quite attractive with her golden hair, large bust, and cute freckles. The sweat covering her top also contributed to a few stallions and mares making eyes at her chest as they passed on by. Nevertheless, she focused on her work restoring the barn after a firework mishap.

Don't ask how that happened, but let's just say Ditzy Doo is a bit more careful where she flies now.

The next worker was Apple Bloom, the youngest of the family. She was a teenage mare with not quite as much strength as her sister, but just as much determination, if not more. While she did focus plenty of her attention onto getting her cutie mark (yes, those ass tattoos that were all the rage), she still provided a good amount of help at the barn. While her bust was bigger than most teenagers her age, she wasn't quite as supple as her sister (obviously). She made up for that with a pretty face and an adorable ribbon for her crimson hair.

Lastly, there was Big Macintosh, the eldest male on the barn. He was a mountain of a stallion, red hair adorning his muscular frame. He didn't seem the bragging type, due to his stoic expression and lumbering attitude, but it was hard to imagine he didn't noticed his toned abs and tendency to go around shirtless. He was the talk of the town, alright. Other than that, he was content to serve his beloved family.

Among this group were also another stallion. The stallion's name was Caramel, a pretty average stallion with a sweet disposition (no pun involving his name intended). He was currently helping Apple Bloom with planting the newest batch of Extra-Shell Apples. It was a new type of apple imported from one of their relatives. Said to be harder to chew, but much more worth it when you got into the center.

However, Caramel couldn't help but smile as he watched Big Mac plow the fields. He wasn't afraid to admit he liked stallions and, despite knowing full well Mac and Cheerilee had a thing going on, he wished for one day to have that stallion...well, let's let him take it from here.

'You keep on doing that, Mac'. Caramel thought wistfully. 'Maybe, just maybe, you and I could just...let it happen...have you inside me. I'll let you be on top of me. I'd really like to know how a strong stallion like you would taste...'

"Uh, Caramel? The job?" Apple Bloom broke him out of his thoughts.

"Ah, shucks! The job! The job. Got it!" And with that, he resumed working, his own cock throbbing in his pants from that last thought.

It was then that Mac noticed something was off. The fields even further behind the barn looked sickly and decrepit.

'Might as well.' He thought to himself as he put down his plow and walked over to the area. 'I'm sure nopony will mind me checkin' this things out. Hope it's curable.'

When he got there, the place looked blacker than anything he'd ever seen. Something was ruining the harvest and he'd be damned if he didn't know what it was.

Wiping some sweat off his forehead, he noticed one area that was rotten and cracked. A single small patch of land with a green sprout in its center. And that sprout had an apple attached to its top.

"Huh. Looks like you survived." Mac knelt down to pick the apple up. "Wonder if Twilight knows a thing or two about this. I ain't seen this before."

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his loins. It felt like a dart had been shot at them. He winced and looked down at his crotch. There was a very small hole in his pants, but nothing noticeable from a distance. The sprout, however, was positioned to face them and that same-sized hole was at the top of the plant.

"Okay. What just-HNNNG!!!"

Mac was interrupted when he collapsed to the ground. He looked like he was going into a seizure. His arms flailed. His head moved back and forth. He struggled to speak, but his mouth would not open. That dart did something, apparently.

"NNNNG! GGGGHHNNG!" Big Mac continued to convulse and turn. His legs spread out on their own volition and his cock was now fully erected. For a stallion, his size was quite impressive. It's a wonder it didn't tear a bigger hole in the pants.

'What's happening?! I need some help! A doctor! Anything!' Big Mac thought as the twitching got worse. 'I need food! Wait, no! I meant help! Food! No! HELP!' It seemed as if his thoughts were becoming a bit less...independent.

10 seconds passed and now, his eyes were glowing green. His bloodstream was also looking a bit greenish. 'Guh! I don't feel good! My cock! I need...I need...ugh....uuuuughh....food...I need....I....food...need food...'

The convulsing had stopped. Big Mac's face looked awfully placid now. He reached a hand down to his crotch and stroked his erection. He moaned a bit, desiring whatever he needed now. He had been infected with a new desire. And he'd sooner die than let that desire pass.

With that, he made his way to the barn. When he got there, he turned to Caramel. He had just finished planting the seeds for the new batch of apples and Apple Bloom was nowhere in sight. Probably taking a break somewhere. Either way, whatever was controlling Big Mac thought this was an excellent opportunity.

"Caramel..." Big Mac said, devoid of emotion.

"Hmm? Yeah, Mac?" Caramel turned to him, blushing a bit. Big Mac wasn't an anti-social stallion, but whenever they talked, it was business or some other mundane thing. He hoped it would be a little more than that this time.

"Shed..." The red stallion pointed to a nearby shed. It was sizable, due to it being made to keep supplies.

"O...kay." Caramel didn't know where he was going with this, but he obeyed. Soon enough, they were in the shed. "So, why are we here?"

Big Mac said nothing. He just bit his lip as his cock grew a bit bigger and wider in his pants. Caramel watched with fascination.

"Whoa!" Caramel gasped as the cock tore through Mac's pants effortlessly. It looked as big as stallion and maybe a bit wider. "I didn't know you had access to magic! I didn't think that was pos-"

"Clothes...off..." Big Mac said.

Caramel was feeling mixed emotions right now, but most of them were joyous and excited. "I can't tell you how much I've been waiting for this...just you and me." He was now completely bare, his small ass as his cock rose to the air. "Treat me like you do your mares."

"Hands and...knees." Mac commanded. Caramel did as he was told before the muscular stallion's cock-tip pressed against his check.

"Time for a test taste." Caramel sighed before closing his eyes and licking the massive cock. He moaned as he licked all the pre-cum that was leaking out of it. It tasted exactly as he imagined it. Just like apples. The sweetest kind. He pressed his own face further into the cock, wishing to taste more.

Mac's face wasn't that of pleasure, though. He seemed to now be resisting what was controlling him, as if he knew something awful was going to happen. And awful, that event was.

The urethra suddenly expanded and engulfed Caramel's head. The stallion was so shocked that he tried to pull out, but the grip was too strong. The cock was literally sucking him in. The pre-cum was acting as a very efficient lubricant as the poor stallion was sucked in to his doom.

Kicking his hooves and pounding at the cock, Caramel did his best to escape. He tensed when Big Mac grabbed his flank and head to push him in further. He began to shout, but only muffled screams were heard. Nopony would come to help him.

Pre-cum leaked onto the floor as Caramel further slid in. The combined tightness of the cock's inside and the fact that Mac wouldn't stop stroking Caramel's flank and cock meant one thing. The poor stallion was going to get eaten, but at least he was able to let his orgasm loose. Jets of cum hit the floor like missiles as Caramel unleashed his load. The struggling ceased a bit, making it easier for him to slide into the cock.

At last, only his hooves and tail were sticking out. Caramel's panicked outline was filling the right scrotum of Big Mac now. Soon enough, he had been engulfed. He tossed and turned in the scrotum as Big Mac stood still like a statue.

Before Caramel could get anymore words out, the scrotum seemed to be filling up with a strange liquid. Whatever it was, it caused Caramel to let out one final moan before he was converted to cum. Mac, roboticly, stroked his cock.

He stroked until the building-up of an orgasm came. With that, he let loose all the cum that had been built up. The white and murky fluid hit the wall like a cannon, leaving a few cracks in the side of the shed. The only remains of Caramel that were left were his discarded clothes, his skull, and the cum that used to be his body/other bones.

Mac, deep inside, screamed at the sight. He had murdered his friend in the most unusual way. But the parasite that controlled his brain did not care. It had other plans.

The other two that lived on this farm would be next. Starting with the teenager.

Later that Night...

Apple Bloom yawned as she walked to her room. She still wore her pajamas, despite her age being well past that. Something about them felt comfortable after all.

She swore she heard moaning when she passed her big sister's room, but she already knew why. She knew that that "alone time" with Rainbow Dash wasn't just catching up and gaming. She already had "the Talk" after all.

Nevertheless, she made her way to her room. However, Big Mac, his pants back on, entered the house.

"Oh. Hey, Mac. You mind telling me where Caramel went? I didn't expect him to head home so early." Apple Bloom asked. Her big brother just looked at her in a most odd way.

"Room..." Mac pointed to her room.

"Uh, yeah. I was gonna head there." Bloom said uneasily. Something about her brother felt decidedly off. "You wanna come in?"

"Yes. I'm quite hungry too." Big Mac replied.

"...Okay." Bloom shrugged as she headed to her room with Big Mac in tow. Shortly, they were there. It was small, but not too small for the twosome. "So...need to talk to me about somethin'? If this is about Featherweight, then...well, I can't help it. He's cute!"

"...Turn around." Big Mac ordered.

"Okay. You're acting like you stayed awake for a month and a half. You mind tellin' me what's-"

Before she could finish, the stallion grasped one arm around her mouth and used the other hand to rip her clothes right off. Her breasts jiggled as the clothes fell to the floor. Her eyes widened as she endured this strange new behavior from her brother.

Then again, the Apple family was no stranger to inbreeding. Applejack was caught thrice with Mac in compromising situations before. Was the same happening to her? Was she being claimed by him now?

'NO! Don't do this brother!' She screamed in her head as her nubile body kicked and flailed around. 'My first time should be with Featherweight! Go with Applejack! She-AH!'

The urethra mouth had now clamped its "jaws" around her ass. Her body froze as the warm cock was beginning to envelop her ass-first.

'This is so weird! SOOO WEIRD!' She thought as her body folded. Her legs and arms struggled in the air as she sunk into the cock. The pre-cum matted her hair as she sunk even deeper. Big Mac was pushing her in, still keeping his hand on her mouth.

'Let me go! I don't want to be eaten! I don't want this! BROTHER, HELP!' But he wouldn't listen. As the world grew dark around her, his hand released her mouth. She could only let out a peep before the light vanished.

She fell into the left scrotum this time. She still struggled, but something was different. Instead of the scrotum filling with cum, it seemed to be shrinking in size with her still in it. Her body melted to accommodate the shrinking living space.

"Big....brother...." She gurgled before she was converted into cum. Cum that was to be stored. He was saving this for a very specific purpose. One involving the bigger sister. His one true mate. The parasite fed off of various instances when his desire for his sister was too much to bear. Those times where he and Applejack just let it happen.

Speaking of which, in her room, Applejack heavily slept. She wore nothing but her top and an orange thong as she slept. She worked even harder than she ever thought possible. Sleep was one of the various rewards. And, even further than that...

"D...dashie...knock that off..." She whispered in her sleep as her fingers slid down her panties. She rubbed her pussy as thoughts of her getting pussy-grinded by Dash and kissed by Big Mac flooded her head. "Nah...love you Dashie...love you too...big brother..."

Big Mac entered her room, as if on cue. He looked at the beauty that was his sister. What remained of his mind screamed at him not to go through with this, but whatever controlled him...well, you get the idea.

Throwing off the covers, he tore off his sister's panties in a flash. Her tits exposed to the air, she stirred, but still slept. In fact, she seemed rather aroused by this development.

He grasped her legs and put them together. His urethra opened up and engulfed her hoofs. Slowly, he consumed her. When he got to her pussy, she whinnied slightly. Apparently, her fantasy was getting steamy, no thanks to him.

As she rubbed herself in pleasure, he continued to envelop her in his cock. He moaned slightly when her breasts were sucked in. So hard. He loved them so much. Just as much as he liked kissing her. So forbidden. So tantalizing. Speaking of which...

When her head was the only thing exposed to the outside world, he knelt down and inserted his tongue into her mouth. She returned the french kiss and let out a cute moan as their tongues slid across each-other. It all ended when the cock fully enveloped her.

Instead of going to the scrotum, though, she stayed in the cock. Mac moaned as his cock filled itself with what was once Apple Bloom. Cum leaked out of the urethra as it churned inside of the large penis. Applejack frame was a bit visible and she was still sleeping.

'Wha...what's happening...' She thought, still in the realm of sleep, as she was blended in the slurry of semen. 'It feels...creamy...smells funny...tastes...even funnier...Mac...is that you...your cum...it's your cum...I know that taste...don't stop...it feels...good...brother's cum...gosh darnit, it tastes...feels...is...so...ahhhh...uhhh...guh...nuh! Guh...uh...ahhhhhnnn....'

SPLOOSH!

With that, Applejack was ejaculated out of the cock. She was intact...in a way. Her entire body was covered in layer upon layer of cum. Even her eyes were milky white. She stood up, cum leaking down every orifice in her body. She gazed mindlessly at her brother. Her brain had been broken down by that aphrodisiac cum. She was permanently covered in the stuff and it's possible that her insides were now nothing but cum. She was solid, but she was just...cum.

Her brother leaned in, eyeing what he did to his sister with curiosity. She began to speak.

"Must have brother's cum...need brother's cum...love brother's cum...would do anything for brother's cum...cum...cu...cuuuum...ahhhh..." She grasped her breasts, sloshing them about as she drawled on about the substance she was now dependent on. Her tongue stuck out, cum bubbling in her mouth and leaking onto the bed.

Despite the horror that had transpired that day, Big Mac couldn't help it. She needed him and he would bring her all the cum in the world just to keep her happy.

"Will cum...for you..." Mac whispered said as the two sibling kissed.

Back with the Sprout...

A dark voice rang throughout the farm, laughing a fit. "AT LAST! My return is nigh! I just can't wait to see this town pay for everything it did to me!"

The sky took on a sinister hue as the voice laughed again. "Next stop...the Griffin Kingdom!" With that, the sprout went back underground.

Unbeknownst to him, a massive comet was hurtling towards the Equestrian landscape. It glowed red and blue as it neared its own destination.

The land of the Dragons.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

That got fucked up really fast, but trust me. Things get even weirder.

Stay tuned!

I Am an Alien: Shatterhail

Meanwhile at the Dragon Kingdom

SMASH!

The astro-born object has hit its mark. It had landed in a most unfortunate area. If it wasn't a rocky wasteland, it was a primordial landscape filled with dark skies and lava. One would call it Tartarus, but the more educated souls referred to it as the Dragon Kingdom.

That object stuck out like a sore thumb. Unlike the hot rocky landscape it was surrounded by, it looked like a spiked ball made of ice. The crater it made was freezing over quite quickly. The sound of ice cracking could be heard from a good distance.

Suddenly, a fist emerged from the ball. Then, a mighty yell was let out before the ball exploded into a million particles. Someone or something had found Equestria. Whatever it was, it stood up and looked around.

This creature was humanoid in shape and stood taller than any known stallion. He was a muscular brute, with skin grey as pure concrete and eyes as red as any sort of hatred could allow. He had 3 toes on each foot and a long tail than ended with a club (plus two spike-protrusions on the tip).

His most defining features were the bone-like armor adorning part of his body. Most prominent of them were the shins, the wrists (which also had spike-like protrusions), the carapace on his chest (which also came with wide/hollow shoulder blades), and his head. Each of these features had a blue gem embedded in them (especially the chest, the largest gem of them all). His head was also a treat. It had four long spikes jutting from the cranium, a wide blue gem in the center (of course), and a vizier-like covering for his mouth. The rest of his face, aside from his red eyes, was encased in black.

All in all, a sinister-looking figure. He obviously didn't come from this world and he certainly was very confused by his surroundings. He floated out of the crater and onto the ground. It felt hot, unlike where he came from. He had never seen an area that wasn't filled to the brim with ice.

He then heard some phoenixes singing a song. The song only a rare few Equestrian birdwatchers are aware of. He seemed to like it, as he tried to imitate their song, but his dark and metallic voice scared them off. With a sigh, he made his way to the unknown yonder. He was awfully curious about the noise coming from a large rock structure in the distance.

He landed in a place filled with creatures he had never seen before and vice versa. They all looked reptilian, beastly, and mean. They were dragons, obviously, and most of them were just lounging around. Only a few noticed the odd being in their presence. He walked through the rocky terrain, oblivious to the various dragons speaking.

"Okay, what is that?"

"Looks pretty badass."

"Should we alert Torch?"

"Nah. He looks like he's just...there."

"What are you smoking?"

"Can he help me walk again?"

That last one got his attention. The alien turned to the young hatchling who said that. Instinctively, its mother reared her child away from the strange being and let out a hiss. This didn't seem to deter the monster, as he instantly teleported to where the child was. He leaned down. From the looks of it, this hatchling was crippled, judging by how he struggled to stand. He would not survive long in this cruel landscape.

"Bertrum! Stand back!" She coiled her tail around her child before turning to the monster. "Get away from him or I'll send you hurtling into next week." The mother dragon growled at the creature, who just stood there, unaffected by her threat. He looked at the hatchling, Bertrum as he was called, and tilted his head. Before any more objections could be made, he tapped the young one's forehead and teleported a good distance away.

Unaware of what just happened, the child resumed trying to stand up, as he had done for weeks now. To the surprise of both he and his mother (and a few passerbys), he felt his legs once more. The ability to walk again was his.

"Momma! I can walk! I don't need to be sent away!" He exclaimed excitingly. He turned to the alien, who was on his way once again. "Thank you, stranger!"

The alien said nothing, though he did give a thumbs up. He seemed pleased with himself. However, a much more sordid scene awaited him, as he sensed some more noise. It sounded a bit...less than casual. Yelling, screaming, maybe a bit of begging.

The mother dragon, as soon as she was done hugging her son in joy, also noticed the noise. "Oh, bother. It's that Garble boy again. What have he and his cronies got themselves into this time?" She turned to the alien. "Good sir, you seem interested. Try and settle that before it gets ugly."

Wordlessly, he sprang into the air and zoomed into the distance.

"Seriously. What are you smoking?" One of the random citizens continued his mundane conversation as the others tried to make sense of what just happened.

The alien landed on a large rock and observed what was making the noise. His pure red eyes narrowed as he got a better look at the display taking place.

There was this teenage red dragon who looked like he got into too many fights throughout his life, laughing up a storm. His cronies consisted of a heavyset white dragon, a fat brown one, a dull blue one, two skinny ones (one black and one purple) and a handsome tan one. This must have been that gang that one dragon spoke of. It didn't help they were all wearing leather. Truly gang material back where he came from.

The tan one, however, stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked a bit too...human for any dragon. This alien didn't know what a dragon was, so he assumed this was some other species. After that observation, he continued looking at the scene.

Their prisoners got his attention for real. One of them was a purple male teenage dragon with green spikes lining down his back. His clothes, which consisted of really short shorts and an orange running shirt, looked worse for wear. A fight must have broken out.

His partner was the more alluring, but a bit more terrifying to face. She was a bit taller than the male dragon and she had the most vibrant blue scales (and some nice dark-blue skies on her head). Her red eyes brimmed with rage as she struggled against her captors, her golden armor lying on the floor. Her small ram-like horns had some blood on them, further indicating an even greater effort to escape.

The alien had never seen breasts before, but he felt happier for learning. Her breasts were nothing to write home about, but they were okay. The real part that got him excited was that fierce demeanor. Sum gems he heard were...

"I WILL REIGN DOWN 500 YEARS OF DRACONIC JUSTICE UPON YOU MONGRELS!!!" and "Put him down or I swear you will all be deserving of the title 'dickless' when I'm through with all of you! But first, I'm going to teach you all how to speak every language in Equestria so I can hear your screams in all sorts of ways!"

It didn't help she looked adorable, still. The male dragon was also a sight. Such a cute face. Such a tight ass...

But then he shook his head and decided to listen in on what the heck was going on. He didn't like what he heard.

"You doing fine, Clump?" The white dragon asked the brown one.

"No, Puff! She got me good!" Clump whimpered. "Thanks for asking."

"I can't believe we managed to pull this one off! Right, Fume?" The black skinny one exclaimed to the purple skinny one.

"Just goes to show you that living with a bunch of ponies doesn't earn you wings, Shakes!" Fume gave his brother a high-five.

"So...what now, Garble?" The blue one asked while patting Clump on the shoulder for comfort.

"Well, Vex..." Garble grasped his hands together as he loomed over the defeated male dragon. "I think it's about time we taught this runt a lesson." He leaned in. "You feel confident now, Spike?"

"My friends will come...you can count on it." Spike gritted his teeth. "I won't let you harm Ponyville."

"Guy's got a fire in his chest, I'll tell you that." Shakes observed.

"Spike speaks the truth. Friendship has brought us more allies than you can think." The blue dragoness said. "Not that I don't wish to indulge in smashing all your thick skulls together."

"That's cute, Ember." Vex smirked. "Real cute. No wonder you're our princess."

"You know...I have a suggestion for what we do with them." The handsome tan dragon moved in. "What was the original plan again?"

"We gonna teach them a lesson!" Puff balled his hands into fist.

"Yeah! A lesson!" Fume agreed. "...What kind?"

"The one where we start our improv group." Garble smirked before getting out a whiffle bat. "We'll be drunken sailors and you two will be seals."

"A whiffle bat?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I agree with the prisoner." The tan dragon moved closer.

"Nobody asked you, Friyz!" Garble glared. "Anyway, who wants to go first? I'm in a generous mood."

"I wanna! I wanna!" Clump raised his hand.

"Can we draw straws?" Shakes asked.

"You all think too slow." Friyz took off his shirt. "I think a more...fitting punishment is in order."

"Okay. Where are you going with this?" Vex asked. "Why'd you take off your shirt?"

"Simple." Friyz kicked Spike to the ground. "On your knees. Now."

Not having much of a choice, Spike obeyed.

"What are you doing to him?" Ember asked. "If it involves that bat, we aren't intimidated in the...what the..."

Ziiiip!

"Dude! What's with the sausage fest?" Garble asked as his newest (and oldest) member let his dick hang out.

"I'll instruct you what to do later." The tan dragon pointed at Garble. "For now, let me make one thing clear to this...pony-borne." He slapped Spike. "You don't deserve your happiness. You are now my BITCH. I will drill every hole Unicron put into your slender frame. I will make your last moments agony for your very existence. Think I am kidding? Let me make it clearer to you."

Before Spike could object, he was punched square in the face, drawing blood. Friyz grabbed the back of the drake's head and slammed his mouth down on his cock. His claws dug into Spike's head as he bobbed up and down on the villain's crotch. The drake's eyes widened. The only time he remembered something like this happening was when Rumble got too frisky with the alcohol. Only, that was good (barring the hangover). This was NOT.

"Um...aren't we gonna...you know...beat him up?" Garble asked, getting a bit uncomfortable with the situation.

"You and the rest..." Friyz said, a wicked smile on his face. "Spread her legs. Deflower her. Make her suffer."

"WHOA!" The dragons gasped.

"That's sick! That's as sick as what's happening right now!" Puff screamed.

"We're bad boys, yeah, but not rapists!" Clump exclaimed.

"What they said!" Garble agreed. "This is getting out of control! Ember's hot and all, but sweet Bahamut, NO!"

"Do as I say or I'll do to all of you what I did to this duo." The tan one narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that why you got me on your team?"

"I will NEVER let any of you take me." Ember growled, though she felt horror creep up in her heart as she watched her friend get mouth-raped by the dragon's cock. "Besides, I'm not into men...that often."

"Sweeeet." Fume and Shakes said to each-other with that fact out of the way. They were still uncomfortable as they grabbed her arms while Vex and Clump spread out her legs. Her confidence in staying a pure maiden was growing short.

"Don't feel so glum. Your friend seems to be enjoying this." Friyz said as Spike grasped his own cock and rubbed it as he slathered his tongue all over his foe's cock. It tasted too good, after all. However, he felt like he was going to choke when the tan one pushed him in harder. "Just wait until I tear a new hole in that ass of yours." Spike let out a pathetic whimper at that.

Garble and Puff looked at the captive dragoness. They gulped and were ready to remove their pants.

"Forgive me, mom..." Garble whispered to himself.

Ember closed her eyes, wishing Tartarus upon Friyz...

...who found himself against a rock, slammed into it by a force beyond his comprehension. Spike coughed out the precum and gasped for air. His balls were burning, but at least he wasn't enduring that anymore. He and the other dragons looked at their savior.

The alien had come...and he looked mad.

"Alright. Who had the balls?" Friyz asked, utterly annoyed. He got off the rock and dusted himself. He looked upon his new opponent. "Well, you certainly don't look like you're from around here. Who knows? If I get what I want, I might share...nah. You're nothing but an outsider."

The alien pointed at him and got into a fighting stance. His tail slammed to the ground as he prepared to fight. However, he then spread his hand out and placed them on his heart, interrupting the odd techno music that had been playing. He pointed to an area far away from here.

"You...don't want to fight?" Friyz raised an eyebrow. "HA! If you think that will save you, you're dead wrong. I came here for bitches and wine. And I forgot the wine. Rather, I'm at my peak. Anyone who gets in my way dies today."

"Why did we hire this guy again?" Clump asked Garble.

"He seemed strong." Garble shrugged. "I mean, a bit crazy, but strong."

"I'm surrounded by idiots." Ember sighed.

The alien let out a sigh before getting into a fighting stance, resuming the music.

"Jerk fight! Jerk fight!" Vex shouted.

"This should be interesting." Puff said as the alien zoomed at his foe.

Friyz, with enough speed to match Rainbow Dash's own, flew to the sky. He smirked at his opponent on the ground. "I have the skies. You have the dirt. Get the pic-"

Before he could finish, the monster's knee smashed into the side of his face, sending him hurtling into a cliff-face. The alien closed the distance instantly and slammed him to the ground. With his tail, he grabbed the dragon's throat and spun him around a bit before throwing him to an area closer to the audience. Friyz got back up and attempted to retaliate, but the alien just teleported.

Suddenly, a volley of energy shots coming from the monster's finger headed towards him. They all hit the ground near him, creating a cloud of dust. He blew it away...only to the have the monster's fist plow itself deep into his stomach. It didn't tear any skin, but it did send him flying into another rock.

"Okay. You can hit hard. I'll give you that." Friyz gritted his teeth. He gasped when he noticed a cut on his cheek. "YOU BASTARD! YOU...ahem. I simply want to tell you I want you dead now. Really. Right now. On your knees. Like a bitch. Kinda like the pony-borne here."

"Oh, can we not?!" Spike yelled.

The alien landed on a rock, one foot on it only. He raised his hands to the sky.

"What? Did you catch a fish that big? Are you praying to whatever god you worship?" Friyz eyed the being cautiously.

"Or maybe, he's doing that!" Shakes pointed to the various floating rocks in the air. Some of them were the size of stallions and some were as big as small Manehatten buildings.

With a push of his arms, the rocks flew at Friyz. Keeping his wits, he flew through the rain of boulders. However, the alien suddenly appeared above him and elbowed his head, sending him into the path of a falling boulder. By the time the rain was done, the dragon was buried under a mountain of rubble.

With a scream of rage, Friyz blasted his way out of the mound, covered in cuts and bruises. "I WILL NOT BE HUMILIATED BY A FREAKISH WRETCH!"

The alien just let out a deep metallic chuckle. The ground started to shake. It shook ever more violently when the alien let out a hearty laugh.

"You...think I'm joking?! YOU THINK I'M FUNNY?!" Friyz's mouth expelled flames as he spoke. "HOW DO YOU THINK I'M FUNNY?! You know what, screw this! Everyone dies!"

With that, he flew up into the air and charged a massive energy blast in his mouth. In just 3 seconds, he fired it upon the Earth.

"Get out of the way, dude!" Garble shouted at the stranger, who just stared at the incoming blast.

"Garble showing empathy. This is an odd day." Ember folded her arms. "Stop staring. Surely you've seen a dragoness naked before."

"Nah." Everyone said sadly.

"Maybe a little." Fume added.

Before the beam could hit the Earth, the alien actually flew into the beam. He flew all the way to the creator of such a beam, to which he clocked his jaw. Friyz gargled some blood before he was slammed down to the ground by the alien's tail. He tried to get up after that, but the monster's foot came down on him, crushing his spine.

The alien picked up the limp dragon, checking for signs of life. Judging by the fading breathing, he was losing his life fast. Shrugging, he tapped the dragon on the head. He dropped him and jumped backwards all the way back to the audience. He gave them a thumbs up.

"Gee. Thanks." Spike said. "So...what now?"

"AUUUUUGH!!! Friyz screamed in agony as a change began to overcome his body. His fingers shrunk into his hands, his arms and legs became thin and glass-like, his body inflated like two balloons stacked on each-other, and his nose became even sharper and more like a carrot. He let out one final gasp of air before his eyes and mouth turned into rocks. His skin melted, revealing snow underneath. The legs fell off, as well.

"Did he just turn Friyz into a snowman?" Vex asked.

"Serves him right." Shakes snorted. "Nobody's gonna make us do THAT again."

"You know what? Let's go home." Garble sighed. "See you later, Spike. We'll get our vengeance someday...just not today. I...might need therapy."

"You do that." Spike said uneasily.

The other dragons followed Garble as they flew into the sky, away from the scene. Once they left, Ember grabbed Spike's shoulders and leaned over to him, earning a blush from the drake.

"Are you hurt?" Ember asked, in a voice that contrasted with her violent demeanor before. "I promise you. I'll make sure that never happens to you again and..." She noticed his penis was still erect and rubbing against her pussy. "...I think we should put our clothes back on."

"Yeah. Agreed." Spike said as he did as he was told. He had to wonder, though. Since when did he start liking the taste of cock? Twilight always said it was never shameful to get in touch with your feminine side, but this was ridiculous.

The twosome turned to their savior, who tilted his head. "Hey, uh...." Spike began. "Thanks for the save...whoever you are."

"What name do you go by, brave warrior?" Ember asked while trying to maintain eye contact with the mighty being. She may have not been into men that much, but damn, did this guy look like Bahamut reincarnated. And yet, despite that terrifying look, he looked so gentle and kind.

The alien said nothing. He simply gave the two a hug. It was less awkward due to them having their clothes on again, but it still felt like it came out of nowhere. He released them and leaned in.

"At least you're friendly." Spike said. "Glad to meet a good pal once in a while." He extended his hand. "Spike Sparkle. At your service."

"And there's the dragon honor talking." Ember said before bowing. "I am Princess Ember. Emissary of the Dragon Kingdom. You have made a valuable ally out of me. Now, please. What is your name? Do you have one?"

The monster grasped his chin, as if in wonder.

"I'm guessing...no." Spike said. "I've got one!" He exclaimed after looking at the dragon-turned-snowman. "Shatterhail! Nopony messes with a guy named Shatterhail!"

"I'll admit. Pretty sweet name." Ember said. "You're welcome to join us. We were just catching up on a few things."

The alien bowed, pleased with his name on this planet.

"I brought snacks too." Spike said. "Assuming you have a mouth."

Later that night...

Shatterhail patrolled the camping site, pleased with making two new friends. Not just any type of friends. Two beautiful friends. In personality and looks, they were beautiful to him. However, despite having eaten the last granola bar, he still felt like something was missing. He noticed a look of uncertainty in Spike's eyes earlier and he assumed it was because of that sordid display moments ago.

He heard signs of a conversation and decided to investigate. Privacy was still a bit new to him, so he thought that this wouldn't hurt to peek on his friends having conversation.

"So...about what you said about liking girls..." Spike began nervously.

"Yes? Is something wrong about that?" Ember asked.

"No! No. Nothing wrong. Twilight's bisexual, so I would know." Spike grasped the back of his head. "I'm sorry. It's just that...well..."

"Spike, I know you like me. It's kinda plain to see." Ember placed a claw on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but...I'm not interested in a relationship with a man. Maybe we could cuddle a bit, but nothing too serious. I'll even take off my armor."

Spike sighed and flopped onto his sleeping bag. "Wow. You figured out what Rarity couldn't in seconds. No offense to her, though."

"Did your crush on her just...not work out?" Ember asked. "If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"Yep. Right on the mark." Spike rolled his eyes. "I guess it wasn't meant to be. Sweetie Belle fell for Pipsqueak, Apple Bloom fell for Featherweight, and now...well, it's not your fault, but..."

"Could we still be friends?" Ember asked, her expression a comforting one.

"Yeah. It's fine." Spike said. Ember was about to remove her armor when...

Smash! Shatterhail ripped open the tent and got on one knee. He waved at the panicked duo to keep them from panicking.

"Uh...how much did you hear?" Spike asked. The alien responded by drawing a circle in the air and putting a plus sign in the center.

"I'm going to assume all of it." Ember said. "Look, thanks for saving us, but mind your own business."

"You're REALLY not from around here, are you?" Spike said as Shatterhail turned to him. "Like some kind of...space alien or something. None of Twilight's books describe anything like you."

Shatterhail just responded by looking at him, then Ember. Spike, then Ember. Ember, then Spike. He suddenly jerked up and held his index finger to the air, indicating he had an idea. He followed through on whatever he was thinking by tapping Spike on the forehead. He stepped back, his muscular body looming over his friends.

"Okay. What did you just do?" Spike asked before grasping his stomach a bit. "I feel...kinda funny."

"Spike! Your spikes! Is it me or are they getting...sharper?" Ember observed. Indeed, Spike's...spikes fit her description. His body was also getting a bit slimmer. His spade at the end of his tail grew sharper as well.

"What the?! This is getting kinda weird!" Spike turned to Shatterhail as he felt his crotch tingle with a strange sensation. "I know you don't talk much but-" He gasped as he put his hands to his mouth. His voice had taken on a higher pitch kinda like Twilight's. He felt further changes to his physique come, even a bit at the chest.

By the time he stopped feeling funny (or feeling funnier by the minute, actually), he paused to look at himself. Ember gasped at what she saw. To say Spike looked different was quite the understatement.

Spike looked at his chest once more. To his surprise, he had breasts. Small ones, yes, but breasts, nonetheless. He looked at what was under his pants and gasped at the sight of a pussy in place of a penis.

"I'm...a girl, now?" Spike asked, blushing madly at these changes. Granted, he admitted, he certainty didn't look bad looking. He already had a bit of a sleek body before, but now, he...no...she felt like she could attract quite a few males.

"Shatterhail...you changed him, but...why?" Ember asked the alien, confused. The monster just rubbed the back of his head and pointed to the two of them. He made a heart symbol with his hands to emphasize his point.

"I think he did this...for us." Spike said as she rubbed her claws over her body. She had to admit. Having a new body like this felt taboo, yet so good at the same time. Never had she felt smoother scales, aside from Ember's. Speaking of which...

"Spike..." Ember gazed at her transformed friend. It was almost as if everything she wanted in a woman (barring muscles, but she could compromise) was put in a friend-shaped package. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

"You know what? Weirder things have happened." Spike sighed. "And, you know, I don't think Spike's gonna cut it. I need a new name. Something like...Barb. Yeah. Has a nice ring to it." She knelt down to Ember's level. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ember thought for a moment. She always liked Spike, but more as a friend. However, with a body change like this, how could she refuse? "You know what? Yes."

Shatterhail had also gotten a good look at Barb and he let out a squee. She looked absolutely adorable, for Faust's sake! It helped she was wearing the same outfit as she did when she was male. All that was missing was a thong.

"You know that I'M thinking right now?" Ember said, grasping her hands on Barb's rear. "What if...we were to invite Shatterhail in what's about to happen? Like I said, I like guys just a little. Consider this gratification for the big guy." Now, THAT caught the alien's attention. She turned her head to the mighty one, seductively smirking at him. "Just you wait, warrior. We'll get to you. For now..."

Ember was now on top of Barb. She traced a finger across her friend's waist before finally laying down on her. "Pucker up, babe." Barb smiled before she and Ember kissed.

Both moaned into it as their hands felt each-other's bodies. Slowly, they discarded their clothing, breaking the kiss a few times in order to do so. Finally, their naked bodies could press against one-another to continued to the make-out session.

Shaterhail watched with curiosity as the two dragonesses mated. Barb wrapped herself around Ember as their tails wrapped around each-other as well. Their nipples rubbed against each-other, furthering the moaning. Their forked tongues explored every inch of their mouths. Eventually, the stopped, but not before Ember's fingers rubbed against Barb's pussy.

"You've been waiting for far too long to be mated. That which is for certain." Ember cooed as her fingers gently inserted into her mate's pussy, causing Barb to wiggle and pant. "What a coincidence." She laid her head on Barb's sholder, nibbling at the collorbone and earning a happy sigh from her mate. "So have I."

Shatterhail began to breath heavily, new sensations hitting him like a pile of bricks, as Ember licked Barb's right breast. Before she could continue sucking on her nipples, Ember noticed her mate's pussy, pulsing with want. Barb's panting was also indicative of the desire.

"Ember, please..." Barb begged. "Take me. Make me yours." She let out a small gasp as Ember placed her snout into Barb's pussy. She tasted so good. Minty, actually. Barb grabbed her chest as Ember continued to indulge herself. Right now, though, the blue dragoness was rubbing her own pussy, wanting at least something to be in it.

She got her wish when she felt something warm against it. She turned her head to the perpetrator. It was Shatterhail, his cock now exposed. Apparently, he was keeping it inside of him and he certainly didn't disappoint when finally revealing it. For some reason, though, it was purple.

"Alright, then. Make US yours. Polygamy it is, then." Ember said.

"Don't forget me." Barb panted. "If there's one dick I want inside me, it's yours."

The alien nodded his head as he entered Ember slowly. She let out a yelp of pain as he entered her. A bit of blood leaked out after her virginity was ended in that moment. "Please...more!" Ember then continued to pleasure Barb's pussy.

For a few moments, Ember let Shatterhail pound into her entrance, his strong hands massaging her waist as he did so. Her wings flapped wildly as she allowed him to rut her and she buried herself further into her mate. Barb was close at this point, laying on the ground and moaning as she rubbed her breasts.

"E-e-e-EMBER!" Barb shouted. "I'm cumming!"

"MMMMPTH!" Ember moaned as she felt her own orgasm coming her way. The same could be said for Shatterhail, who groaned as he felt that sensation.

Eventually, it all came to a head. Barbara screamed to the heavens as she came. Dragon cum now covered most of Ember's face. Speaking of which, the princess lifted her head into the air and let out a lustful roar before both she herself came all over Shatterhail's dick. Her roar got a higher pitch as the alien came inside of her, filling her to the brim with extraterrestrial seed.

The two laid there, panting. Shatterhail's dick receded back into its place and the alien just sat there, regaining his strength.

Soon, the dragonesses were licking the cum off of each other. They finished the cleaning and they just stared into each-other's eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Ember said. "I'm beginning to like the color green."

"Likewise, I'm gonna think about you when I see the color blue." Barb cooed before they gave each other another kiss, this time on the lips.

"Say, when do you think you yourself are ready for Shatterhail's cock?" Ember asked after they pulled away.

Barb blushed. "Maybe tomorrow. I need just one day with this new body." She nuzzled her face into Ember's. "And, you know what, for you, I'm never going back."

Shatterhail then grasped the two in his arms and cradled them in them. They were now on top of each-other again. The alien, pleased with today, wrapped a blanket around them, ready for sleep.

The dragonesses held hands and nuzzled their noses. "I love you, Ember." Barb whispered.

"I love you too, Barb." Ember responded. Their heads both turned to the alien.

"We love you, Shatterhail." They both said, giving him a peck on the cheek (left for Barb and right for Ember). The monstrous being had a really red blush on his face and a comical expression on his face. With that, the couple fell asleep in each-others arms.

As they were sleeping, though, Shatterhail turned his head to the stars. Something was wrong. Something evil was coming. His red eyes glowed with anger.

Nobody was going to harm his mates. NO-ONE.

Meanwhile at Sweet Apple Acres...

Amethyst Star watched in horror as her sister, Dinky Doo, was devoured by Big Mac's cock. She went head-first, masking her screams for help. She wondered how should could save her sister, but also how things went wrong. She got word from Big Mac on the phone that Applejack wanted to see them. Their mother, being the good soul she was, allowed them to go and visit.

Naturally, it all ended up with them getting knocked out and waking up to this nightmare. "STOP! LET HER GO, YOU MONSTER!" Amethyst screamed in desperation as Dinky's legs kicked uselessly. Almost her entire body was getting engulfed and it wouldn't be long before she had been devoured and, soon, absorbed into cum.

"Hungry...I...so hungry...no...for Applejack...she need...need cum..." Mac said mindlessly. Mac was no more. Only the parasite controlling his brain dictated what he said. Soon enough, Dinky was inside the scrotum. However, unlike Apple Bloom, she wasn't absorbed as quickly. He turned to Amethyst Star, who had tears leaking down her face alongside a panicked expression.

"Please...give her back..." Amethyst begged. Mac just pushed her to the ground and grabbed her legs. She could feel her hooves be enveloped by the cock. "NO! PLEASE! LET ME GO!"

"More cum...double cum..." Mac said. It was at that moment Applejack crawled into the room. Amethyst got a good look at the changed mare, her eyes widening in disgust and horror.

"Applejack!" She reached out for her. "Help me!" Her other fingers grasped at the ground beneath her. Already, her breasts were getting enveloped.

Suddenly, Applejack crawled quickly until their faces met. The cum pony, instead of helping her out, just kissed her on the mouth, filling it with cum.

"GUH! Nuh! Uh! Uuuuh! UUUURRRRK!" Amethyst Star tried to speak, but the cum was spreading inside her body already, as evidenced by her eyes becoming milky white and her skin taking on the same color as the slurry. She would be absorbed the moment she slid fully into the other scrotum.

'Mother...I'm sorry I couldn't be a better sister...I'm sooooooory...." And with that, she was cum. Already, Dinky had been digested into cum, so it was a fair trade.

Applejack placed her mouth on Big Mac's urethra and moaned as she drank the cum loads from the cock. She could feel her needs be satisfied as she fed on were once the children of Ditzy Doo.

Had Mac retained his consciousness, he would have noticed something odd about his transformed sister. Though she was once the color of spunk, her gooey body had been looking a bit yellow in some areas. Now, she had various pulsating purple and grey spots to accommodate that as well. The cutie marks of Amethyst Star and Dinky Doo floated across her body.

"Love...big brother's...cum..." Applejack said after she finished.

Big Mac kissed her, but it wasn't enough to the parasite.

There were more ponies to absorb and feed to their beloved. And he would exterminate his own kind than see her starve.

To think something worse (more or less) was befalling the Griffin Kingdom in a few moments.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

Whew! What a ride! Perhaps there's some hope for Equestria? For when there's love, there's hope.

Also, though this takes place in the art style of the artist known as Slypon, I'd like to think Barb's design is akin to ss2sonic's one. Like this, exactly, right down to the outfit.

Stay tuned for more as we DASH our way to the next chapter! Somebody flog me with a tire iron for that pun...

Fall of Griffonstone: Gamma Smooze

Back at the Dragon Kingdom...

Shatterhail looked to the distance after the morning sun had awakened him and his mates. He had an nigh-permanent angry expression on his face as always, but, this time, it looked like he could kill with his hate. Ready to snap at the most minor infraction.

Barb and Ember were faring better. After taking a bath in a lava-pit nearby (leading to some frisky behavior, like Ember feeling up her mate's body and grinding against her tail), they had settled for some breakfast Shatterhail picked up. Still, they were a bit worried at what he was doing.

"Geez. He's been standing there for Faust knows how long." Barb said as she chewed on a few gems.

"Something troubles him. It's not often rocks float around something positive." Ember said. Indeed, the stones around the monster were floating and trembling violently.

"Should we...you know..." Barb put her index finger to her chin. "...talk to him about it? I know he's pretty much a super mime, but it's worth a shot."

"Allow me." Ember said before walking up to the creature. Already, she felt the power radiating off of him, unsettling her. She placed a comforting claw on his arm. "My warrior, what troubles you?"

The alien seemed to calm down, as he let out a sigh and allowed his power to go back to base mode. He knelt down and traced his finger on the ground.

"Oh, good. He can fingerpaint." Barb said, moving in. "Do you understand English?"

He didn't answer. He just continued to draw in the sand. His finger started to tremble as he finished his drawing. When the two dragonesses looked at what he finished, they got something of an idea as to why he was upset.

It depicted a crudely drawn version of him standing next to two smaller versions of he. They lacked the bony attributes and muscle that he had, yet they had the biggest smiles on their faces. He was hugging them with a jovial look on his face.

"So...you have a family?" Barb asked. "Where are they?"

Weakly, Shatterhail pointed to the sky, but then slammed his fist down to the Earth. Much more violently, he drew a scene of destruction. The landscape in flames, many dead creatures like him littering the ground, and himself getting blasted into the distance by a strange, bulbous figure. It looked like a circle with evil eyes ("Was that a hat?" Barb wondered), but, other than that, it didn't take Starswirl the Bearded to know what he was saying.

"You must have lost everything to...whatever that thing is." Ember remarked.

"Damn. Must have been something. I guess that explains the silence." Barb said.

The alien just sat down and sighed again.

Suddenly, he stood up and pointed to the distance. He was sensing something. Something evil. Something destructive. Something that laughed with a familiar voice.

Shatterhail held up his hands and flew to a nearby rock. Then, he let out a scream of unbridled fury that utterly destroyed a distant mountain range.

"Man. PTSD must have really gotten to him." Barb remarked.

"If only we knew where this...evil was. I'm having a feeling he came here searching for it." Ember observed the phenomenon in the sky. Indeed, a streak of light was heading to where Griffonstone was located. It was kind of like that secretive next-door neighbor to the Dragon Kingdom. Kept to itself and didn't start any fights. At least, with their kingdoms.

Shatterhail finished his destructive tantrum and scooped up the two.

"Um, okay. Couldn't we have time to unpack first?" Barb said, surprised at this turn of events.

"Listen, Shatterhail, we all know you're not mute, so when we get back to civilization, we're giving you a Rosetta Stone." Ember suggested.

"You guys have that here?" Barb raised an eyebrow.

"We're not savages, hon." The princess huffed.

To remedy this, Shatterhail tapped on a patch of ground and roots from beneath the Earth wrapped around the camping supplies. Through some kind of magic, it compressed into a thumbdrive-sized box that fit into Barb's pocket.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Barb asked. "No offense, but my suspension of disbelief is pretty much dead."

Before another word could be let out, Shatterhail zoomed into the sky with his mates. There was work to be done.

Meanwhile at a cheap hotel in the Griffonstone

"F-f-FUCK! I'm about to...say my name! SAY MY NAME!"

"GRETA! GRETA!"

"Damn! Didn't know she had it in her! Smash that pussy, girl!"

"AAAAAAAH!"

Well, that's one way to introduce a scene. Perhaps a description is in order now that this scene is over.

Panting on the bed were two female griffons. 2 members of the prideful and slowly improving (in terms of attitude; not so much economically) half lion/half eagle race. The one slumped against the wall was a blue pegasus type Equestrian with rainbow hair and a fit frame.

This one's name was Rainbow Dash, the fastest speedster in all of Cloudsdale (yes, even better than the Wonderbolts due to the passage of time). To say she lived life in the fast-lane was an understatement. Not that it was undeserved. She helped save Equestria quite a few times, worked herself to death to increase her power, and looked out for all she considered an ally. The other two residents in this hotel were of no exception.

The taller Griffon was tough-looking and rugged, sporting a purple dash-mark on each eye. This was Gilda, the (almost) perfect description of a delinquent you'd find at high school. Normally, she was belligerent and spiteful, but, due to recent experiences, she was mellowing out.

One of those experiences was not limited to the reconciling between her and Rainbow Dash (an old friend of hers). The other was the bonding between her and the other griffon, Greta. She was much less tough-looking, but she made up for it by having a few more curves in her body. Unlike Gilda, she had a green stripe on each eye and her fur color (as opposes to Gilda's brown fur/white feather color scheme) was reddish. In personality, she was also tough, but a whole lot better in temperament.

Anyway, the three of them had just decided for a nice get-together in celebration of the anniversary of when Gilda and Dash first met. After a few days of having fun and chowing on scones (which was how Gilda and Greta first met, coincidentally), they decided to have a bit of...fun. It was no mystery that Dash was a nympho and that Gilda preferred girls, but it was Greta who revealed the biggest surprise.

Namely, she could be a real bitch when she had you in the sack. Dominance was her thing and Gilda, at first uncomfortable with this, settled with that. Turns out, the sex involving a few toys Dash brought was worth it. Dash was content to masturbate to the whole thing, though she did force Gilda to lick her pussy a few times.

All in all, nice way to start the day for these guys.

"Whew. You're gonna fuck me to death one of these days, you know that?" Gilda smirked.

"I aim to please." Greta shrugged. "Shame it hurt a little. I didn't expect your ass to be so tight."

"Well, live and learn." Gilda placed a hand on her mate's shoulder before they rubbed their beaks together. "Next time, you don't mind if I have a go with that?"

"I dunno. I've kinda grown attached to it." Greta rubbed the back of her head.

"Aw, you're not gonna relapse into that whole 'friendship is useless' thing, right?" Dash commented. "Remember. Sharing is caring." She licked her lips at that. "And there's plenty to share tonight."

"And to think I've forgotten how much of a fucking beast you can be, Dash." Gilda growled with a smirk. "Alright. My grandpa said he wanted to spend some time with us. Basically, fun's over for a while." She put on her tee and some ripped jeans as she said that last bit.

"I'm kinda surprised he took our relationship well." Greta remarked as she put on her wool sweater and silk sweats. "He must remember the triad mating ritual."

"Triad what now?" Dash asked as she put her sports top and pants on. "I'm not willing to get extorted by Grandpa Greedy, so you mind telling me what that means?"

"4 words." Gilda said before stuffing a scone in her mouth. "2 girls, 1 guy. We rule the roost, while the man does the dirty work. I bet you Grandpa's waiting for us to find some lunkhead to send us into holy matrimony or something like that."

"Yeah, marriage is a bit far from here." Greta agreed. "Maybe in a year or two we'll tie the knot."

"Before you throw your lives away, let's just take Gruff to the bowling alley. He'll remember his day as a champ and we'll just back away." Dash suggested. "Worst case scenario, he returns with a jillion stories to tell about when he was world champ. Maybe jostle some bowling shoes in our faces to prove his point."

"We didn't have bowling back then. Or shoes. Not that we ever NEED shoes." Greta said, confused.

"Exactly." Gilda and Dash answered.

A few moments later at the Kingdom Limit...

The sprout emerged on the rocky outcropping. Whatever was in there giggled. It sensed a dark energy from beneath the terrain and it giggled even more. "Well, well, well...I always wanted to say that. Anyway, I know what some disembodied viewer is thinking..."

The sprout moved into a dark chasm, deeper than any chasm known to ponykind. "I bet they think that King Guto and his kingdom were ruined by the arrival of Arimaspi. Well, just wait until they realize what that creature's true ultimate form is! Get ready for the GAMMA SMOOZE, you Alfred Hitchcock-SUCKERS!"

With that, a stirring rumbled through the ground. Through that voice, the mysterious creature awakened. This, obviously, was NOT good. And speaking of ill luck...

Meanwhile at the recently made Griffin Bowling Alley...

Two griffon sisters covered their ears with all their might as the elder scrooge known as Gruff continued to blather on and on about his past glories. One of them was a grey furred/snow white feathered one with grey eye-marks, the other was a grey furred/black feathered one with the same eye patterns. Both of them were attractive, yet reasonably fit. And annoyed. Very annoyed.

"Natalya, you mind shutting this crone up before he sings that stupid anthem he pulled out of his ass!?" The black one asked the white one.

"Sure wish I could, Giselle, but I just don't have the heart to." Her sister replied. "He's just a senile old Griffin. No harm done."

"Yeah, well my EARS are pretty hurt right now." Giselle emphasized. "I won't be surprised if the glass starts to shatter."

"Say, speaking of odd noises, do you hear something...off?" Natalya rubbed her chin.

"What's that?"

"Like a sloshing sound. You know? Like that Gak stuff they keep peddling."

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Giselle sighed. "We lost 74 ponies and 5 griffins during that disaster. Bow your heads in respect."

A stock sad violin accompanied the scene as the entire Griffin populace did just that. It ended as soon as it began.

"Now, if you gals excuse me, before I tell you the story of how I got laid last year, let me show these whipper snappers what a REAL pro can do!" Gruff cracked his fingers as he attempted to lift a ball.

"That's it. I'm gonna kill him." Giselle cracked her neck as she readied herself to pounce.

"Giselle, remember your blood pressure." Natalya advised.

Suddenly, the gooey sound got louder. It seemed to be coming from one of the lanes. An tremor was starting to be felt by all.

"Eh? Must be my meds. I knew never to trust bargain-sale doctors." Gruff dismissed the noise.

"You ever get that gut feeling that you should be ready to run. Like right now?" Natalya asked her sister.

"Never. I've raced through enough eel-infested quarrys to worry about that." Giselle said proudly.

"I dunno. Counting our blessing here, but we don't get many earthquakes." The white griffoness said with a cautious expression on her face.

"I don't care! Bring it on! I'll show you who's king of the lane!" Gruff shouted.

SMASH!

A mass of black rubbery sludge erupted from the lane before slamming down on the lane next to it. It was increasing in mass and growing longer and taller by the second.

"Well, how about that?" Giselle stared at the mass. "Almost like the Gak incident."

"The old man just jinxed everything." Natalya's irises shrunk at the grotesque sight.

"Aw, fiddlesticks." Gruff sighed before the mass charged at him. He was engulfed before he could let another word out. The other griffons watched with fascination and horror as he floated in the mass. Something was happening to him, however. Something that was causing him extreme pain.

His skin was being coated with a layer of latex rubber. So tight and smooth, that it left nothing to the imagination when it covered his junk (thankfully, everyone averted their eyes when his pants were disintegrated by the mass). He struggled as much as his old bones could allow before his head was sealed by the latex. He was then spat out.

He actually looked like a young griffon again, but at the cost of something that didn't cause him to fly into a panic. He tried to tear the stuff off of him, but his movements grew slower and slower. His hands morphed into clamps as he stood up, a slave to whatever this mass was.

He turned to the other griffons and charged at the crowed. The mass followed.

"That's it! We're outta here!" Giselle shouted.

"I second that!" Her sister replied before several darts sprang from the mass. For some reason, they all cut into every griffon's wings, crippling their ability to fly. "AUGH!" Natalya screamed.

"FUCK!" Giselle shouted as he fell down to the ground hard. She looked at the incoming mass, grabbed her sister, and smashed a hole in the wooden wall. "Cheap-ass materials. Guess they have a place in life."

With that, the sisters were on the run like so many others. This mass was taking in the males and turning them into whatever Gruff was turned into. An army of latex zombies was forming.

The females...well, they seemed to literally sink into the ground when a latex zombie or the mass so much as touched them. Wherever they were going, nopony could say.

Meanwhile at Ghastly Gorge...

Shatterhail landed with his mates at the very bottom of the gorge. Even he didn't seem to know where he got himself, as he looked around curiously at the area.

"Aw, Tartarus no...THIS area?!" Barb face-palmed. "Of all places..."

"So, what should I expect here, Barb?" Ember asked. "So far, all I'm getting is that he landed us in a chasm for some reason."

"Well, we're safe as long as we don't fly up above." Barb pointed to the cliff-faces. "In there are the Quarry Eels. Pretty nasty creatures with a taste for flesh, especially with anything that gets too close to their nests."

"And we're here because?" Ember raised an eyebrow.

Shatterhail just remained silent as he took in that last piece of information. Something must have clicked in his mind, as he suddenly rose up to one hole in the right cliff-face.

"Maybe whatever he's looking for is in one of those holes." Barb guessed. "It's as good an answer as we've got with a guy like him."

"I personally would like to know what one of these creatures looks like." Ember said. "Sounds interesting."

Indeed, one particularly nasty looking Quarry Eel emerged from the hole and roared at the floating alien. Burgundy in color and snaggle-toothed like its brethren, it was a sight to behold. Shatterhail just tilted his head and nodded. The monster lunged for him, but he just teleported to where his snout was.

"Here it comes. The weird finger thing." Ember observed.

"The Deus Ex Machina poke. Yeah. We're calling it that now." Barb joked.

Indeed, that's what happened. Suddenly, the beast writhed in agony. His skin was bubbling up. His body was starting to glow bright white. In his pain, he fell from his hole, slamming onto the hard ground below. Dust filled the area from the impact as Shatterhail landed.

"Dumb question, but what's gonna happen now?" Barb asked.

"How is that a dumb question?" Ember asked.

"Because all I get is..." Barb made a face that looked stone-cold. A perfect description of Shatterhail's expression.

The bright white light faded. The Eel had stopped roaring in pain. The alien moved in a bit closer. He examined the rubble. Instead of a long serpentine figure being covered, it seemed the rocks were covering a massive creature smaller than the beast, but taller and no less frightening.

Indeed, something let out an even MORE metallic roar and burst out of the rubble with a purple energy pulse. The newly made beast stood up and roared to the heavens in defiance.

This creature didn't even look like it began life as a Quarry Eel. It was a large heavyset dinosaur-like robotic monster with an ugly rusty color scheme. He was muscular as well, but in a way that would make many people call him fat. He had a flat tail ending in a club and two spines on each side of it. His back was lined with hoop-like spines and his kneecaps had 3 sharper and smaller spikes on each one. His leather-looking chest had orange plates lining vertically. His left arm looked like 3 elongated claws and a smaller thumb. His right arm ended in a robotic clamp-hand. His head resembled a dragon with evil orange eyes and long ibex-like horns. His mouth was lined with sharp teeth, though he had two of them sticking out of the upper jaw like buck-teeth.

"It's alive! It's ALIVE!" Barb shouted before getting a weird look from Ember. "What? I've always wanted to do that."

"Hrnn..." The beast growled before looking at Shatterhail, who was only a foot smaller than the lumbering bionic monstrosity. "Y...y...you...gave...me...this?" He spoke in a reverbing and raspy tone.

Shatterhail nodded. The monster examined himself. "Power...like I've never known..." He looked at his legs and arms. "Feelings...never experienced before..." He looked to the sky. "Knowledge...flooding my head...this is AMAZING!"

"I see. He made us a new ally." Ember smirked. "We should get him to use this power more often."

"I dunno. You might wanna see what else is happening." Barb pointed to Shatterhail's hand.

The finger just fell off. The alien gave a yelp before grasping his injured hand, hopping about in pain all the while.

"Well, you're certainly in no condition to do anything." The monster remarked before looking to the sky again. "I am feeling a familiar instinct...to seek prey! But, at the same time...I feel like I should...help others. To help? To save? To avenge? Is that my purpose? I guess it is. I just hope I get a challenge out of it." He turned to the dragons. "What are you two staring at?"

"Well...we don't know where to begin." Barb shrugged as Ember looked at Shatterhail's wound. "Apparently, there's something going on in this land and our friend here knows. He just...doesn't talk, though."

"Isn't that a pity?" The machine-monster scoffed. "Well, I hope he stops clamming up long enough to tell us. I'm itching for a fight! And some justice. That urge is still there."

Instantly, Shatterhail forgot his pain (or just winced time and again from it) and pointed to the area where Griffonstone resided. That evil presence was growing stronger.

"There? Well, then. I say look out, world! Here comes..." The beast grasped his chin. "Huh. What should I call myself? I never needed a...name before. Time to start."

"I already named the big guy." Barb said to Ember. "You pick one out now."

"Hmm..." The blue dragoness pursed her snout. "Off the top of my head...how about...Baal?"

"Reason?"

"Well, a legend describes a mighty creature that brought doom upon all when it was first born. Really, I'm not into the naming department, so I'm grasping at straws, here." Ember shrugged.

"You're in luck, girl." The creature let out another roar. "I am Baal! The bringer of destruction! Hear my voice, world! I am coming for all that would stand in my way and of...goodness! Right?! Right."

He was suddenly grabbed by the tail by Shatterhail's own tail as he prepared to take the newly formed creature and the dragons to the kingdom to handle whatever was taking place there.

"Wait! I wasn't finished with my monoloOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGUE!!!" And with that, Baal was interrupted and they were speeding through the sky.

Back at Griffonstone...

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Rainbow Dash screamed as the Gamma Smooze wreaked havoc upon the downtrodden kingdom.

"Since when did my life turn into a retelling of 'The Blob'?!" Gilda yelled as she avoided a charging infected.

"Süße Gnade..." Greta said in Griffonese. She was watching a male fruitlessly try to drag his friend away from the mass engulfing him and turning him into a latex zombie. He would follow suite when another zombie pounced on him and rubbed himself all over the hapless one.

"And our wings just HAD to get crippled. Plus we can't actually hit them. Just brilliant!" Dash complained as she chucked a large piece of wood at an advancing horde of zombies.

"Whatever! We're getting out of here! Never liked this place anyway." Gilda said before a talon grabbed her leg. She turned and saw it was a blue-sweater and glasses wearing griffon teenage female desperately trying to not sink into a puddle of the latex. The tough griffoness recognized this as Gretchen, one of the Griffonstone Volleyball players.

"Please! HELP! I don't know what's in there! I don't wanna die!" Gretchen screamed as she was dragged into the unknown.

"Hold on tight, kid! I'm getting you outta there!" Gilda grabbed her talon and attempted to pull her out. Even with all her training, it seemed useless.

"Sweet Celestia, who caused this?!" Dash yelled as the Gamma Smooze smashed its way through the local brothel, adding more to the list of victims.

"Gilda! Let me lend a hand!" Greta held onto her mate's waist, earning a blush from Gilda, and pulled. It seemed like this would do the trick.

Suddenly, darts of latex shot out, hitting Gretchen in many areas, causing her to sink into the latex all the more faster. For safety's sake, Gilda was forced to let go. She watched in shock as the innocent sank into the muck.

"She's gone, Gilda! We gotta go!" Greta grabbed her mate's talon as a tendril of latex missed them by an inch.

"This is a fucking nightmare, I tell you!" Gilda shouted, angered at her failure and the mass. "If this doesn't get Celestia's attention, I don't know what will!"

"Keep running!" Dash said. "It's not like things can get any worse!"

"Dash, you might jinx the whole thing!" Greta shouted.

Sure enough, a legion of latex zombies converged onto the fleeing trio.

"What is it with Griffons and jinxing?" Dash sighed, ready to go down with a fight.

"Blame King Grover. Had to do something wrong in his career after all." Gilda gritted her teeth, also ready to fight her way out of this.

Meanwhile on a nearby cliff..

The alien, the dragons, and the transformed Quarry Eel landed, but Shatterhail knelt down, grasping his hand in pain.

"Spinning...everything spinning." Baal said, sick to his stomach, grasped his chest as he stumbled.

"You'll get used to it." Ember said. "It's basically first class compared to that chariot ride I went on."

"Twilight said she was sorry!" Barb remarked, remembering that incident before looking at the dreadful scene before them. "Alright. I'm stumped. What's a pitch-black gigantic version of the Smooze doing here?"

"Equestria houses many perils. This must be one of the more obscure ones." Ember said. "I was never a fan of Griffonstone, but...look upon those people."

Shatterhail hung his head, sad that he was unable to help them. The pain in his hand was too intense for him to focus any real good attacks. That, and he noticed what happened to males/females who entered there.

Baal looked upon the mess. "You know what? Who says we have to spectate?! I am no longer a cave dweller! I am a warrior! I'm going in! Renegade for life!" With that, he jumped from the cliff, ready to tackle this problem.

"I think Shatterhail forgot to give him a brain." Ember remarked.

"At least he gave him courage." Barb shrugged. "Not so sure about the heart, yet."

"A shame we can't rescue the civilians." Ember sighed. "We need to find a solution. FAST."

"I have a great idea. We'll find Twilight. I bet she'll be able to find a cure!" Barb said. Shatterhail got the memo and wrapped his hands around them. "To the Crystal Kingdom! She said she'd be there!"

"What about Baal?" Ember asked. "I'd suggest leaving a note. Got one of your scrolls, Barb?"

To answer her question, Barb spat out a random scroll and hastily scrawled their message onto it. Like a javelin, Shatterhail threw it at the robotic avenger. After that, they teleported away.

Back with the chaos...

Baal landed with an audible smash. A house was destroyed under his body, but that didn't bother him. He walked through the panicking crowd, watching as they were falling from the sky and sinking into the mass to be converted/captured. He let out another metallic roar in defiance. Several tendrills turned to him.

"Go on. Do your worst." Baal boasted. "You stand before the might of a true-OW!" He grapsed his head after the message hit him square on the cranium. "Hold on." He opened the scroll and read the contents. "So, they decided to let me handle this by my own due to my inorganic nature and ability to stop this? When it rains it pours, FINE BY ME!"

He looked at a nearby house during his rant and something caught his attention. On the roof was a panicking teenage mail-griffoness. She was much less fit than the older ones shown, but she seemed more aerodynamic, showcasing a thin and slender body, as well as a longer tail. She was light grey and she didn't have any eye markings at all. Her head was a bit rounder than most and 3 feathers acted as a very small makeshift ponytail.

Oh, and she was getting menaced by the Gamma Smooze. Yikes. Currently, she was writing a letter to herself as her fate became apparent to her.

"My fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders..." She began out-loud as a few tears welled up in her eyes. "I just wanted to say it has been an honor to have had my confidence in myself boosted by you 3, but I'm afraid, if you find this letter, it means I'm..." She couldn't finish that sentence, as the goop was getting a bit too close. She curled in a fetal position. "Love you guys, Gabby." She finished.

"Oh, hell to the no!" Baal shouted as he dodged an incoming tendril. He then smashed his way through a horde of latex zombies. "Here I come to save the DAAAAAAY!" He paused for a moment. "Dear Unicron, that sounded better in my head."

Eventually, he came to the house. Gabby was brought out of her position by the arrival of the mysterious monster. She gasped as she looked upon Baal's terrifying face.

"I know, I know. I look scary." The former Quarry Eel sighed. "But please! Hop on!" He held out his clamp-hand. "Trust me. I'll be gentle!"

Not having much of a choice, she jumped for dear life, her wings fruitlessly trying to flap away. Thankfully, he managed to catch her.

"That better?" He asked. All she did was look down on his feet, which were submerged in the latex. "Oh, that? I don't feel a thing. I'm not organic anymore. Long story. Where to now?"

"A-a-anywhere but here!" Gabby said.

"Fear not. I'm going to put this monstrosity into the ground!" Baal shouted. Suddenly, he caught a glance at a fridge getting thrown at an incoming horde of latex zombies. "Huh. Who did that?"

"That would be them." Gabby pointed to the Griffon sisters. Giselle and Natalya were doing everything they could to get out of the chaos, throwing every heavy object they could at the monsters.

"Such power...such finesse..." Baal stared at the sight, gasping a bit when Natalya literally kicked a wooden post through 3 zombies. "Is this what attraction feels like? That black one also looks familiar..."

"Hey, sis! Who's the weirdo staring at us?" Natalya asked her sister. They turned to the beast.

"You! The black one! You resemble that kid that kept passing through my quarry." Baal exclaimed as he whacked a random zombie's head off with his other arm. "I was but a hatchling when you did that."

"O...kay. All I remember were Quarry Eels. Not you." Giselle said. "You look like some cheap sentai monster."

"Excuse me?!" Baal roared. "How dare you! Wait. How do you know that sentai is?"

"No reason!" The griffoness crossed her arms with a huff and a bit of a blush.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, really." Gabby said. "I kinda like that stuff."

"Ack! Sis!" Natalya screamed as a latex zombie tackled her. Already, it was melting down on her, forming a puddle to make her sink to whatever realm they came from.

"No! I'm not losing you!" Giselle grabbed her talon to free her to no avail.

"Stand back!" Baal stepped forward. His eyes glowed purple before he let out a bright milky purple beam of energy that spread across the latex, causing it to burn away while it screamed in agony. A male griffon was left lying on the floor, panting for dear life. Natayla regained her balance and brushed the burnt bits off. "Huh. Apparently I can do that." The mechanical beast rubbed his head.

"Just for that, you just got yourself some help!" Giselle said. "We're busting out of here! Or, better yet, you mind putting a stop to this clusterfuck?"

"Consider this abomination sent back to the stone age!" Baal opened up his mouth again...and only a pathetic puff of purple smoke. "...What the actual hell? I'm sensing my power...NOT ENOUGH POWER?! WHERE DO I...nevermind. Let's just split."

The mass, at this point, had almost enveloped the entire town. It was even hardening a bit. Soon, the only thing left of the kingdom would be a black rock. And speaking of things that are hard...

Dash and her entourage threw as many things as they could at the advancing horde. They included rocks, fruit stands, a roof, and several layers of bricks. Even some scones that were way past their expiration date were utilized.

"Shit! They just keep coming!" GIlda said. "What I wouldn't give to punch them in the face?!"

"We're pretty much too late! The exit's been cut off!" Greta pointed at the distance, which was being sealed off by a hardened Smooze tsunami. "And things were bad enough here!"

"I'm not that into miracles, but I'm just about holding out for one." Dash said, panting after she had crushed several zombies with a cart filled with bits.

Suddenly, a metallic beast, holding a teenager and accompanied by two griffoness athletes, barreled through the crowd and the sludge. "Alright, anyone else left sane?" Baal looked around before setting his sights on the trio. "Ah. I see."

"Alright. What the fuck is that?" Dash sighed.

"What the fuck is EVERYTHING?!" Gilda shouted. "It's as if your Discord friend decided to pull one on us!"

"As soon as you stop yelling, you don't mind if I actually help you, right?" Baal asked.

"Sweet mercy, how is that even possible?" Natalya said as she stared at the barrier.

"I wanted a clean getaway! Not mission fucking impossible!" Giselle exclaimed.

"C'mon, girls! We gotta stay positive!" Gabby suggested, though she was feeling a bit panicky herself.

"The girl's right. I've got a plan so crazy, it just might work." Baal said.

"You know what? Anything's better than hanging out with the killer gak here." Dash said as even more zombies and smooze crept at them.

"I think we're supposed to let him flog us so our deaths are less painful." Greta said sarodonically.

"Verdammnt." Gilda smirked, impressed at that insult.

"Just hold on. This is going to be...what was it? Oh, yeah. A bumpy ride." Baal extended his arms and tail. "Well, we're running out of time! I'll probably survive, but you all won't!"

"We get that, genius!" Dash shouted sarcastically before they "boarded" the monstrosity. His feet began to radiate a dark purple energy as he prepared his plan.

"What about the others? Aren't we going to..." Gabby was cut off by a roar from one of the latex zombies.

"They're gone, girl." Natayla said softly as Baal's feet glowed even more. The Gamma Smooze was just about everywhere and the zombies just kept increasing. Not a single female remained.

"That's...that's just sad." The 18-year old griffoness held down her head.

"We all feel bad right now." Giselle admitted.

Suddenly, with the speed of a freight train times 74, Baal rammed through the barrier. Like a speeding bullet, he erupted through it as he skyrocketed through the sky to parts unknown...

Moments later at a random hill that many would call "Parts Unknown...

"So, that's how you were born?" Giselle asked Baal, who was still grasping his head in pain. He had made a very messy landing, leaving a Baal-sized hole in the ground. They had decided to rest this incident off until they decided to take action. This was much to take in, after all.

"Not really. I was born upon a clutch of eggs, THEN I was transformed by the creature. I was the runt, though. I would have been killed had it not been for my tenacity." The mechanical monster let out a small roar of triumph. "History rewards the mighty and does away with the cruel. Man, does this intelligence come with its perks!"

"You sound pretty tough for a little guy I kept passing when I was a kid." The black griffoness flexed a bit as she said that, earning more of his attention. "You eels make for a good workout. Almost got myself killed the first few times. Got the hang of it in just 3 months."

"I'm not even mad. That's just awesome. Up top!" Baal help up his claw hand, leading to the high-five between the old rivals (even if he didn't know what a rival WAS until now).

"I guess you're not that bad for a cave-dwelling monster." Giselle smirked.

"Glad to see you two getting along." Natalya said as she stroked Gabby's head. "You okay now, Gab? You did say 'stay positive'."

"I...guess." Gabby sighed before sitting up. "It gets kind of hard when you realize that your whole home got taken over by some kind of monster."

"We'll take it back. No matter what it takes!" Baal clamped his clamp jaw for emphasis. "I assure you, little one. I'll destroy all that get in our way."

"See? We've got a super-powered monster on our side." Natayla comforted Gabby. "We won't let anything happen to you. We look out for each-other, like Pinkie and Dash taught us."

"Thanks, guys. I needed that." Gabby smiled.

"I swear, you two are going to give me diabetes." Baal hid his amused smirk to no avail. "Just...adorable..."

"You're not too bad looking yourself." Natayla eyed him.

"Uh oh. She's giving you the look." Giselle giggled. "Personally, you're kinda hot, too."

"Well...this is an unforeseen turn of events." Baal blushed.

"Wow. I didn't know robots could blush. Learn something new every day!" Gabby exclaimed.

"Are you three done yet?" Dash walked up to them, her wings still healing. "It's cute and all, but we need a plan."

"A good one. One that sends that blob straight to Tartarus." Gilda pounded her fist into her hand.

"Guys...I know we need a plan, but I need to cool off." Greta said. "'Cause that...was fucked up. Good thing I had this in my satchel." She reached into it and got out several bottles of Apple Cider Brandy.

"Drinks? Well, suppose I could use refueling." Baal shrugged.

"No way. Where do you get all this?" Gilda gaped and she and Dash starred at the contents. "Because I wanna know."

"For special occasions." Greta said before popping off the cap of one. "Like traumatic ones. Such as losing your hometown to a random monstrosity."

"This...is one radical chick!" Dash pumped her fist. "Bottoms up! Then, we take out the trash!"

"The trash that took our homeland!" Giselle did the same.

"Feel the pride welling up now, Gabby?" Natayla asked the young one.

"It's there. I'll tell you that." Gabby agreed. "So...I'm a bit too young to have that stuff so...guess I'll leave you to that."

"Well, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Baal shrugged.

Moments later...

The alchohol went to their heads quite quickly after only a few bottles. Pretty soon, they were feeling a bit...frisky.

"Hey...Greta...I love you..." Gilda slurred before giving her mate a sloppy kiss.

"Aw, hell yeah. Going at it again. Shame we forgot the toys." Dash drawled as the two griffons started to tear at each-other's clothes as they made out.

"Oh...wow." Gabby said as she watched the display. She leaned against a rock. "So...hot..." She began to play with herself a little, sliding one of her talons into her panties. She grasped one of her breasts as she masturbated to the display.

Baal, feeling tipsy himself, found out that, yes, breasts are fun to look at and he did indeed have a dick the size of 2 bananas lined up. Natayla and Giselle eyed with with utmost interest.

"I think it's time we turned you into a man." Giselle cooed before sucking on the cock for just a few seconds.

"Damn...it's throbbing..." Baal groaned. He let out a metallic purr as the twosome licked at the cock. Natalya started to insert her fingers into her pussy as she gave the machine monster fellatio.

Gabby turned her head to each scene as she masturbated. Gilda was getting eaten out by Rainbow Dash while she indulged herself in grinding and making out with Greta. Their breasts smushed against each-other as they engaged in their drunken mating.

"I wish...I could join..." The teenager sighed as she looked at the pre-cum that stained her fingers. She licked at them as she considered the possibility.

"Hey. Kid." Natalya said. Letting out a cute squawk, she turned to the griffoness, whom was presenting her pussy high in the air. "You don't mind me asking you a small favor, right? I'm generous enough to give you this. So, take it up."

Gabby could hardly refuse. Sure, they were a bit older than her, but...so tantalizing. She removed her clothes, exposing her body to the night air. She had to admit. It felt really nice. She got on her hands and knees and proceeded to eat out the white griffoness.

"Ah! That's right, baby! Eat my cunt! Do me like my sister should do!" Natalya gasped. Giselle stopped sucking on Baal's cock (much to his chagrin) and faced her. "Something I said?"

"Oh, I heard you." The black griffoness placed her talons on her sister's cheeks. Their beaks were practically touching. "Just...let it happen." And with that, they kissed. Their tongues glided over each-other as they indulged themselves after years of pent-up sexual frustration. They had kissed before, but those were usually nothing serious. Now, it was a whole lot different.

Baal watched this intently. Steam erupted from areas of his body as he watched the twosome nibble at each-others necks and grope each-other. Their breasts looked so soft...their nipples so firm...and then there was the 18-year old, twirling her tongue through Natayla's pussy.

"You know what? Fuck it." Baal growled before she lifted up Giselle's lower body to face his crotch. "It's time I claimed you one by one!"

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm willing to share!" Giselle smirked. "Pound me until I can't walk! If you can, that is!"

"You guys do that." Natalya pulled away from her sister before cupping Gabby's face. "We'll switch places the next time we do this."

"Ms. Natalya! You tasted great!" Gabby exclaimed before she was silenced by a kiss from the older griffon. Their make-out session had begun.

"Damn. AH!" Greta shook her hips as Gilda continued to feast upon her cunt. "We're gonna wake up the whole place soon enou-OH! So good! Soooo good!"

"I fucking love you, babe!" Gilda exclaimed before diving back into pussy licking her mate. "Your cunt tastes so good!"

Dash just continued to massage the sides of her friend's pussy with her tongue. Her experiences with her actual marefriend, Applejack, made her a pro at this sort of thing. Teasing before going in for the kill.

"AHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" Giselle shouted as her claws dug into the ground. Her pussy, removed of its virginity just now, was getting pounded by Baal's massive cock. Juices leaked down his dick as he roared in pleasure.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He began to discharge electric volts through his skin. Apparently, that was another ability of his. "HOLY SHIT!" The black griffoness shouted with a ecstatic face as volts ran up her body. "THIS FEELS FUCKING GREAT!"

"You're-ah! Missing out here, sis! Oh, fuck! That's right...right there!" Natalya breathed as she and Gabby scissored their legs and ground their pussies together. "That's right, baby...you're doing great..."

Gabby just continued to immerse herself in this wonderful experience. She grasped her chest as she let out a lustful moan of pleasure. "I...hope...I'm...helping you!" Gabby said in between moans.

A few minutes passed before the finale hit. And it was LOUD.

"GIIIILDA!" Greta shouted as she came all over her mate's beak. Dash also got much cum to the face after she made Gilda orgasm.

"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Natalya shouted as both she and Gabby came all over their pussies.

"HALLELUJAH!" Baal roared as he came into Giselle. The griffoness let out a screech as she was filled with volts and cum. Her heart-rate was through the roof.

Another few minutes passed as sleep took over. Already, Gilda, Greta, and Dash were asleep (actually, Dash was awake enough to sandwich herself in-between the griffons). The other 4 were almost there.

"Hey, sis. There's something on your cheek." Giselle cooed before licking some cum off of her sister's body.

"I love you, Giselle." Natalya said before giving her sister a soft kiss. "Let's make both us and our newfound male happy. I don't care if it's the alcohol talking."

"You said it." Giselle said before both turned to a panting Gabby. "Girl, you deserve a reward. Run over to Baal over there. I bet he tastes just as good."

"Oh...okay." Gabby breathed. Some of her stamina had been greatly reduced by the sex, but she still walked over to Baal's cum-stained cock. "Mr. Baal, you don't mind, right?"

"Nah. It's good manners." The creature groaned before letting out a mechanical hiss. Gabby was licking his cock clean of cum, even drinking a few more squirts there. She found her head being petted by the claw hand. "For a child, you have a lovely frame. And such a good tongue."

"I'm not a kid. I'm outta high school." Gabby replied. "But thanks. I'm always happy to help!"

"Sleep tight. I'm just gonna..." Baal fell onto his back, out like a light. Gabby followed suit, enjoying the crisp night air against her body.

The sisters had also fallen asleep, but not before waking up for a bit and settling for resting against Baal in each-others arms.

This would be a perfect night after a hectic day...had it not been for a stray latex zombie that had the tenacity to follow them all the way here. Gently, he melted into Gabby, dragging her down into the underground.

Later in an underground cave...

Gabby woke up, feeling a bit sticky and really drowsy. She rubbed her eyes, only to suddenly realize this was NOT the hillside they had camped out at.

"Where...where am I?" She asked, looking around her. It looked like a padded cell made of latex, with stalagmites and stalactites to complete the image. "What is this place?!"

She remembered one thing. The wetness..the rubber...the..."Oh shoot! No! I...I'm not dead. That's one thing." She noticed the entrance to this room wasn't blockaded. "Well, my wings have healed up, so escaping shouldn't be a problem. I think."

"Why would you want to escape? We haven't even started yet..."

That svelte female voice interrupted her planning. Whoever or whatever said that sounded kind and soothing. "Is someone else here?" Gabby asked before a mass of black smooze oozed into the room. It gave her a shock, but it receded and formed the true cause of this catastrophe.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the monster. It was a 6 feet tall black latex female...kangaroo. She had cute little flecks of silver flecks that glittered across her body, a long rudder-like tail, bulky and perfectly muscles legs, a nice firm plump rear, a pouch big enough to put a stallion into it, long ears, purple eyes, and quite a good set of breasts.

"Come now, child." The beast spoke in a comforting tone as it stepped forward. "There's no need to be afraid. Just let go of your fear and come to me."

"You...what have you done with my kingdom?!" Gabby asked, panicked as she was backed into a corner.

"I made it better. You'll soon see, my child." The latex kangaroo whispered before quickly closing the distance between them and grabbing the griffoness in her arms. She struggled, but the monster's grip was cast-iron. The latex began to creep upon the teenager's body, the struggling only making things worse. Gabby screamed for her life, but the latex creature put a finger on her mouth, shushing her.

"It will be alright, I can assure you." She spoke while cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy. "So, hush....mama will take care of you..."

"You're...you're not my mom!" Gabby shouted after the finger had been removed. Before she could do anything else, she was shoved into the creature's pouch head first.

Her legs kicked and flailed, but eventually, she was locked in an unwilling fetal position inside the pouch. She continued to struggle, even claw at her surroundings, but the inside was thick as tar and slick as oil. Basically, too sticky to break free and too slippery to gain traction. Science hurts.

"Come now. You're just tired. You need some rest. I'll even read you a bedtime story, if it helps." The latex creature said sincerely. She still clinched her pouch everytime she anticipated a movement from her victim.

Something about that voice was having a hypnotic effect on the 18-year old. It compelled her to stop resisting, yet she kept trying to struggle. Eventually, the mad thrashing subsided to little more than pitifully wiggling. She could do nothing. Not yelling, not fighting back, and not even breathing that well. Her limbs felt so heavy and the latex was starting to force its way inside her body. Eventually, she stopped moving at all.

'No...I don't want...this...' Gabby thought as her mind drifted. "But...you know what...I'm feeling...a bit tuckered out...it's safe in here...and so warm...sleepy...so sleepy...I...I...I...uhhhhhh...Scootaloo...I never got to say it...I never got to...say...I love..y...youuuu...'

A few hours later...

The sprout had returned to where the Gamma Smooze source was. She was reading a paperback book (filled with burnt pages, sadly) and relaxing against a wall when he returned. "Sooooo...how goes the work?"

"Work? Oh, I get it. Motherhood IS indeed hard work." Gamma Smooze giggled. "Good thing I'm cut out for it. My joeys are increasing at a fast rate, so my happiness will be eternal like theirs."

"Blech. Let a little sadism out someday, will you?" The sprout gagged. "Our master needs more of this happening. I will see to it that this land becomes depraved enough for him to return. Also, it's FUN! Eh?"

"Be on your way. I wish to welcome another to the world." Gamma placed a hand over her pouch, which had begun to wriggle with life.

"Whatever." The sprout groaned before sinking back to the Earth. "Makes me wish Big Mac was here to liven things up."

She ignored him after he left. She was too focused on what had become of the former griffon named Gabby.

Said griffon had awakened feeling weaker, but refreshed in a way. She kicked her legs, which suddenly felt bigger and clumsier. Her tail curled upwards as she made her way out of the pouch. With some effort, she stuck her head out of the deep pit that was Gamma Smooze's pouch. She stared into her eyes.

"Didn't that nap make you feel so much better, Gabby?" Gamma Smooze smiled. "You were a good girl. You didn't cry at all last night."

Gabby opened her mouth to say something. Anything to tell her this wasn't...was..wasn't happening. "M...ma...m...mama....mama...." Her words devolved into nothing but that. With greater effort, she pulled herself out of the pouch and flopped onto the floor, her latex skin making a wet noise at it hit the ground.

She had become just like Gamma Smooze, only much more slender and with a blue color scheme. Also, she had a skeletal latex set of wings. She was now a latex kangaroo, mindlessly reaching for the exit, if there was one. Despite that moment of resistance, she turned back to the bigger one. Those eyes made her feel so afraid, yet completely safe.

"Are you hungry, little one? I can help with that." She held out her arms to help her back into her pouch. Gabby, having lost what made her herself at last, turned back and crawled into the arms of her loving "mother". Her legs slid right back into the pouch along with her lower body. Her face was now in front of one of the big nipples on Gamma's breasts.

"Ma...mama...ma...mama..." Gabby moaned, her mind evaporated.

"Go on. Open wide. It's okay." Gamma Smooze soothed her joey, before Gabby placed her mouth around the nipple. She sucked on the delicious milk, content to let her "mother" take care of her for the rest of her days.

"I will never let any of you go." She hugged Gabby as several more joeys crawled across the floor, all of which were just as small and moderately-endowed as the transformed Gabby. "Never..."

This was the sad, yet oddly beautiful, fate of the Griffon kingdom. The only survivors would wake up to find their youngest member gone. Taken to lose their souls to be taken care of by a strangely innocent monster.

She (and the sprout, especially) made a mistake, though...YOU DON'T ANGER THE RECENTLY TRANSFORMED AND LOADED QUARRY EEL UNLESS YOU WANNA PICK A FIGHT...and he just had to have several powerful athletes with him...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

AAAAAND I suddenly have an urge to murder the shit out the little bastard of a plant. Though his boss could also use a whupping (whatever/whoever he is). Not sure about how to feel about Gamma Smooze. And to think I made these guys for this story...

Let me get a few things out of the way. I just really need to let this out and I hope the readers/followers/detractors are looking at this.

This is minor, but, for clarity's sake, I based off Baal's design off of this handsome devil of a monster:

It's even funnier when you realize I gave him the voice of Raditz from DBZ. I know it's not Abridged Nappa, but hey.

In case you're wondering who Giselle and Natalya are, here's a picture (excluding the brown griffon):

Also, checking the wiki, it is indeed true Giselle spent years training in Quarry Eel territory. How about that? Another badass griffon with a hot body to add to the now-destroyed kingdom.

This may come off as petty, but I'm kinda wondering right now why my story has only close to 30 likes and more than 50 dislikes. Could somebody please explain why my likes remain stagnant for the most part and my dislikes keep increasing?

I'm probably going to attribute that to the choice of fetishes for this story, but I'd like to know. Every comment counts. I'm a very mature responder to even the most detrimental of comments, so just let loose everyone. Let your appreciation/hate out in the comments.

Either way, I promise you. The payoff for all this chaos is going to be quite nice. However, all stories need a build-up. And I did put Thunderlane in the characters tab. It's about time we saw how he's doing.

Merry Christmas, by the way! Now that I said that, perhaps you could close the computer and spend some time with family/friends/animals/whatever else. I'm not forcing you, but do indulge in the holiday spirit (for those who don't celebrate it, do your thing. I'm a very kind man).

The Regretful Devourer: Fluttershy?!

Meanwhile back at Sweet Apple Acres...

Big Mac had just finished feeding his sister the latest in his wonderful cum that kept her sustained. Among those poor victims were Berry Punch (she made both of them feel a bit tipsy), Lucky (she didn't need to feed for longer than before after him), Carrot Top (now SHE put up more of a fight), and now Cheerilee (he resisted the most when he converted her).

'Please...make it stop...' Somewhere in the brute's mind, there was Big Macintosh, struggling for control. 'I don't wanna kill anymore...'

'Quite your whining and try to enjoy yourself for once! I mean for crying out loud, you finally accept with no shame that you want to show your sister just how MUCH you love her.' The voice of the Sprout spoke through the parasitic dart. "Now, if you wish to make sure she doesn't become nothing but a puddle of jizz, listen to me once more.'

'Y...yes.' He gave up after Applejack continued to suck on his cock as she murmured his name. 'For my sister...'

'Excellent!' The voice said. 'Any damn way, there's a cottage nearby. Some flat-chested hippie lives there and I wanna cause some mayhem in a much...different way. Just walk over to the back of her house and I'll handle the rest.'

'How will this help my sister?' Big Mac asked to himself as he let the Cheerilee cum drip down into Applejack's mouth.

'Because if you don't, I'll make sure you kill her with your bare hands.' The voice hissed. 'Are we crystal clear? Good. Get to it! I have some...important matters to deal with before I begin.'

With a sigh, Big Mac left the room, leaving Applejack to mutter the same things over and over again. All of which included begging for more of her beloved brother's cum.

Meanwhile in Tartarus...

We all know what Tartarus looks like from first glance. Grim, glum, a Cerberus standing at the gate, an eldery centaur waiting to be released, and all that. It doesn't seem like the Hell it should be like.

Now, look deeper. Behind that mountain prison...behind the rest of the craggy terrain...lies a Hell of interesting worth.

Fire and brimstone line the place all around for a distance that spans 3 Earths, the souls of the damned scream for release as they're given ironic punishments, the demons roam about and enjoy their home by singing songs, dancing, telling each-other how much they care for one another, and some more torture of the damned...

This was indeed a Hell, but it had another special feature. Two Kings. Well, the recent in a long line of Demon Kings. Even more uniquely, they were the first of the long line of Kings to ascend to god-like levels of power.

One of them was King Cookie (not making that up), whom looked like the typical description of a devil. Leathery red skin with black armor-like hide, lizard-like talons, a sharp-spade tail, a massive pair of demonic bat wings, and a...well, his head was odd. It would have looked human had it not been for the elongated face, jutting teeth, long spikes on his cheeks and chin, and pure yellow eyes. It may have sounded generic, but his rugged colors scheme and hellish face made up for it. Not to mention his freakish amount of power.

He was sleeping on the job. No. Really. A mighty being was sleeping on the job, on his throne, snoring loudly.

The other king, a dragon-beast, was much more terrifying to behold for some. Way more terrifying. Like, so terrifying that you only see him in the worst nightmares ever to be had by the human mind. An abomination that should NOT EXIST. A beast that cannot be described with words. So...an image will do (property of Roaring Pixels Entertainment):

You have now looked up King Cutiepie, the Lord of Nightmares. Feel free to scream in absolute fear at this hulking monstrosity.

Unlike his brother, he was actually doing his job by monitoring the other demons. Naturally, instead of the usual torture, they were having a good time, even the especially hideous ones. Maybe there was an okay reason for his brother to sleep. After all, Tartarus was doing just find now.

Until a floating demon orb barged in.

"My maliciousness, I have something to announce!" The little demon spoke in a raspy tone.

"Just call me Cutiepie, remember?" The dragon spoke in a gravely and deep tone as his other mouths gnashed at nothing. "Has Cerberus peed on the tapestries again?"

"Well...that and worse." The demon sighed.

Cutiepie growled and smacked his brother with his large tail, waking him up. "Awaken, you lazy cad! We have an emergency! Plus, one of us is going to have to buy snacks for our annual Netflix-and-Chill of the Damned!"

"What's this?! A dragon in Skyrim?! I WILL SLAY YOU, FOUL BEAST!" Cookie shouted in his stupor. His voice was a bit higher and raspy in pitch. "Oh, wait. I feel asleep that time. What's going on?!"

"Equestria's getting turned on it's head!" The demon shouted, floating up and down. "The one known as Big Macintosh has heralded the arrival of our greatest foe in years! One that not even your father and his father and his father and a few plucky fellows could defeat!"

"Discord? I thought he was on vacation in the Dank Meme Dimension." Cookie shivered at that thought.

"WORSE!"

"Sombra?" Cutiepie giggled a bit. "Pattycake the Abominable is still picking him out of his teeth. The lovable clod."

"WORSE! And actually capable of speech!"

"...We give up." The kings said.

"......Seriously?! Rule of Three, your majesties!" The demon coughed. "Anyway, the name escapes me, but if we don't rally our forces to defend Tartarus, the Elements will fall and we'll be helpless!"

"How do we fight an enemy we know nothing about? Hmmmm...." Cookie grasped his chin.

"Perhaps...we could ask the Princesses for assistance." Cutiepie held up one of his non-hand fingers. "I've met Luna, after all. Cute girl. Really cute. Like...REALLY cute."

"Like meeeee?" Cookie winked at him.

"Don't make it weird, brother." The dragon winced.

"Now, before we make fools of ourselves, let's quit this conversation and do so!" Cookie leaned into the demon. "And this BETTER be not another prank. I didn't lose 5 more hours of nap time for that!"

"I can assure you. It is no prank." The demon shook it's body. "After all, the souls of many Equestrians on the Hall of Fame have ascended to Heaven...or maybe somewhere else..."

"How dreadful." Cutiepie said as he flew up to the sky. "Wait, we have a Hall of Fame?"

"How else do we keep track of these characters, your unholyness?" The demon said before flying off. "See you in the roll call session!"

"Well...at least we get some action at last." Cookie said before flying up to the level of his behemoth of a brother. "Let's get ready...to unleash Heaven."

"Brother, that is never going to catch on. What's wrong with unleashing just Hell?" Cutiepie asked.

"Because it's not ironic, you grotesque killjoy! Now, please! Let me have this moment!" Cookie pouted.

Somewhere in a rocky canyon of lava there, a demon watched this display. He stroked his chin before departing to parts unknown. There was work to be done. And maybe a bit of fun.

Meanwhile at Fluttershy's Cottage...

The familiar butter-yellow pegasus with the cherry-pink hair hummed to herself as she watered her plants. Today was a special day. She was going to accept her role as a matriarch.

What's that? Never heard of that special role in Equestria and are thinking that it was made up on the fly? Well...yeah. But a bit more on that. Basically, you ever noticed how the female:male ratio is a bit balanced more towards the former in terms of population? Well, a bunch of ponies from long ago figured out that polygamy was the way to go. Harems, basically. Only this time, the female ran the roost. Males were happy to accept their place with respect and dignity, as were a few mares. Love is free here, as we've seen.

Over the past few months, she had racked up 3 of them. 2 of which were mares, while the last one was the token male.

The first of which was an Earth pony flower peddler named Roseluck. She was an even paler shade of yellow and her hair was raspberry red with a few brighter streaks. She was part of a familiar trio ponies that many frequently called "Flower Power". It was dumb, but it fit. After all, what else do you call your group when your names are Roseluck, Daisy, and Lily Valley?

Anyway, she was a nice soul who enjoyed tending to her plants and writing poetry (though that was more of a closeted hobby). She and Fluttershy had been meeting recently at the market due to the newest species of plant that Fluttershy found herself taking care of alongside her. Something that looked like a cross between a Venus Flytrap and a Daffodil.

The other mare was a unicorn dentist named Minuette. She had a maya blue coat and a periwinkle mane with some pigment blue streaks. For some reason, she had the same hourglass cutie mark as a strange individual calling himself a doctor whilst raving about some nonsense about Daleks. Despite the references to time she had, she preferred to work on fighting off the diseases infesting the mouths of the Ponyville residents.

Nevertheless, she was pretty popular at parties with her sense of humor. It was how she and Fluttershy met. Actually, she and Roseluck had a thing going on, so they figured they could have her join. After all, Minuette always had a thing for tree huggers.

The stallion of the bunch-

SMASH!

"My bad!"

....who had just crashed into a roof after waking up from his seemingly eternal nap, was a Wonderbolt pegasus named Thunderlane. He had a dark grey coat and a blue-silver mohawk, almost as if he was trying to bring that look back (and failing a bit). Yes, he was part of that famed pegasus sports team that wowed audiences daily. He was a bit lazy around the edges, but he still did his best to be a dedicated worker.

To add to that, he was an amazing role model (aside from the laziness, though) to his younger brother, Rumble. Always looking out for him and making sure he never got into any sort of trouble. Thankfully, Rumble was a good kid despite his name. His karma must have paid off, as Thunderlane, in the moment he and Roseluck became an item, was now part of a mating group. And now Fluttershy was going to be a part of it.

What more could a stallion ask for? How about an explanation for your now teenage brother?

"That's the second roof this week." Rumble remarked with his usual lisp. "You sure you're up for my new sisters-in-law?"

"I think I'm losing my touch." Thunderlane sighed. "What if I'm not good enough for them? They agreed that marriage is a bit far, but what if I can't even handle the date stage?"

"Well, if me and Scootaloo can keep a relationship down, you've got nothing to lose!" Rumble encouraged. "They're all really nice, especially Fluttershy. Lift those wings and make them proud."

"Ah, shucks. You're right. Here I am, a Wonderbolt, worrying about my confidence." He stood up and patted Rumble on the shoulder. "You go hang out with Scoots. Try not to do anything funny."

"No promises!" Rumble giggled before flying off.

"Kids these days." Thunderlane chuckled.

"I know right?" Minuette suddenly appeared behind him, causing him to let out a girly scream. "Relax, it's me."

"Geez! Don't do that!" The pegasus said. "Still, good to see you, babe."

"Don't you mean 'babes'?" Roseluck smirked as she walked in and gave her marefriend a pec on the cheek. "Glad you could make it. We promised we'd meet Fluttershy at her cottage. You dig?"

"Sure!" Thunderlane's wings stood up on end upon seeing that kiss. "...sorry about that."

"No prob! If fact, you're in luck." Minuette gave him a suggestive look. "Trust me when I say you're gonna see WAY more than that."

"And don't worry. We took the pill. You've got nothing to worry about." Roseluck gave the pegasus a thumbs up.

"Guess we should make haste then." Thunderlane said. "Ladies first."

Meanwhile in the Crystal Kingdom...

"Hellooooooooo?" Barb called out in the abandoned kingdom.

"Is this place usually desolate and depressing?" Ember asked.

"Tartarus no. I told you. This place is usually jammed packed with activity and enough sparkles to burn your retinas. This...this is weird." The dragon scratched her head. "You'd think Twilight would leave me a note."

"The situation just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?" Ember snorted. "Wait, where's Shatterhail?"

Said alien had his face pressed against the glass of a nearby gift shop. He seemed enamored by the snowglobes inside and the television static on the monitors.

"This is no time for tourism, my warrior. We've got work to do." Ember said to the distracted extraterrestrial.

"Hey, there's a note here." Barb said as she picked up the piece of the paper. "Apparently, everyone's...'on break'." She made fingerquotes at that.

Shatterhail then pointed to the biggest tower in the kingdom. The one that housed the crystal heart. He was sensing another familiar energy.

"And then there's that. The heart seems a bit...dim." Barb observed.

"Cooooocks...."

"Huh?" Ember turned her head. "I have a feeling we're not truly alone."

"Cunt....cuuuunt.....cocks..."

"Ember, you may have been right about that 'worse' spiel." Barb said as she extended her claws, ready for a fight.

"At least it's better than a snipe hunt for any activity at all." Ember said, grabbing her scepter.

From a wall burst a bunch of crystal ponies (literally ponies made of crystal. Yeah). However, their expressions were blank and they were covered head to hoof with cuts and white splashes. They were all muttering sexual words as they glowed green and advanced.

"More zombies. Great." Barb sighed.

Shatterhail just got into a fighting stance, as his tail readied itself to smash some heads.

What did indeed happen to this kingdom?

Back at Fluttershy's Cottage...

After getting a text from Roseluck, Fluttershy began to pace the room.

"Oh, what to do? They're coming and I might not have a room big enough for us." She worried to herself. "Maybe I should rent a hotel for us? No, maybe we should take turns? Think, Fluttershy, think!"

However, a knock came to the door as soon as she came to a decision, startling her.

"I guess the time is now. Here goes nothing." She sighed before answering the door.

"Hi, girls. I'm so glad you could-"

Instead of the company she was expecting, it was Big Macintosh, standing tall in front of her doorway buck-naked.

"Oh...my..." Fluttershy gasped at the size of the stallion's cock. "Um...I'm sorry, but I'm expecting a few ponies. I could help you, but you might have to come back tomorrow...with pants."

In an instant, Big Mac knelt down and kissed her on the lips. As she stood there, frozen with shock, small vines erupted from his head and entered her forehead. Now, she was locked in that position as the stallion began to probe her mouth with his tongue.

'Wha...what are you doing?' Fluttershy thought as she struggled to move. 'Why can't I...why can't...'

'Testing...testing...is this damn thing on?' The voice of the Sprout echoed through her mind. 'Oh, yes! SHOWTIME! So, Element of Kindness, am I right?'

'Who are you? Why are you in my head?' Fluttershy asked.

'Pragmatism. Also, some excitement.' The voice stated. 'I can't have you ruining my plans, so I decided to make you useful and...well...you feel a bit hungry now?'

'Plans? Hungry?' Fluttershy was now confused. 'Slow down a...oh, wow. I guess I am a bit hungry. But that's beside the point!'

'You won't remember, hippie, so I'll give you the cliffnotes version.' The voice dryly answered. 'I reduce Equestria to a debauchery induced Hell, I get my show on the air of the Multiverse, I summon my master, I avert destiny, and nobody is happy except me and said master. Got it memorized?'

'I'm sorry, but that only makes more questions.' Fluttershy replied.

'...Well, fuck you then.' The voice incredulously said. 'You won't remember that anyway. You'll be too concerned about what your next meal will be rather than if you can stop me. Good luck with devouring all you see! Start with that rabbit over there, will you? He won't stop beating up my host! Peace out, bitch!'

Indeed, Angel Bunny was fruitlessly beating against the spine of Big Mac with a large carrot, but he was off there with a flick of Mac's wrist as he separated his mouth from Fluttershy's. The butter-yellow pegasus gasped as she stumbled back. As she panted for air, the stallion left, prowling somewhere else near.

"That was...odd." Fluttershy said as Angel checked on her. "I might want to tell the others about that." She held onto her head as she eyed the rabbit. "Say...Angel...come closer, please."

A bit hesitantly, the bunny obeyed. He was grasped in her hands now, gently lifted up to her head. "Angel...I don't know why but...you look rather...delicious..."

Angel, only letting out a wince in that moment, was suddenly shoved down her mouth. It started to unhinge in order to fit the struggling rabbit inside. Moaning to herself as she felt her skin tingle, she swallowed the rabbit whole. He was now just a wiggling blob down her throat was ripe for digestion.

"What...what did I do?!" She put her hands to her stomach, panicked beyond compare. "I...I...ATE ANGEL! What have have I done?!" A few tears streamed her face as faced her new urges. "I don't...I...I need more...I don't....somepony help me."

With that, she walked out the door, desperate to satiate her urges, but even more desperate to make this horrible feeling stop. She didn't noticed that her throat was also shifting a bit.

Behind her cottage, Daisy and Lily were sneaking behind her cottage, hoping to get a better peek.

"You sure Roseluck won't mind if she catches us?" Lily asked her partner. "We've pretty much become voyeurs at this point."

"And voyeurs we are, I guess." Daisy replied. "Besides, you know how she gets when she's getting rutted. Too focused on the fucking, after all. Except this time, it's a stallion who's getting some tail. We should have no problem getting a good look."

"You know, we could just have another go with her in two days." Lily suggested. "Maybe she'll give you a bit more tongue next time."

"What? Wait that long? No way, dear." Daisy scoffed. "Still, though. This place is looking a bit empty." She further observed the peephole. "We should take this opportunity to make this hole bigger. Sharing is caring, after all."

"There that noise is again!" Lily said as the sound of rustling animal feet and panicked squeaks/grunts/roars were heard. "Is that...a stampede?"

"No, they'd be heading to Ponyville if that was the case." Daisy assured. "I swear, one of these days, there won't be a flower left standing after the next-GAH!"

Fluttershy was now in front of them, clutching her stomach and panting loudly.

"Oh, uh, hi! We were just...observing! Yeah! Observing you!" The pink earth pony florist held up her hands. "Not spying! Totally different."

"What she said." Lily shakily added. "You don't look so good, though. You should be back in bed."

"H...hungry....so hungry..." Fluttershy whispered before she set her sights on Daisy.

"Yeah...sure." Daisy backed away nervously. "We'll just...be around."

With a sudden burst of speed, Fluttershy was right in front of the florist. Grasping her shoulders, the pegasus leaned against her.

"Alright, now, you're making it weird." Daisy said, more than a bit shocked.

"I'M SORRY!" Fluttershy screamed before her mouth expanded and engulfed Daisy's head.

The green haired pony was frozen with shock, but after she was hoisted into the air to slide down her gullet. She flailed about, helplessly grasping at air and kicking her legs in terror. Lily could do nothing but look on in shock as her friend-with-benefits was swallowed whole by the beast.

"FLUTTERSHY, STOP!" Daisy screamed from inside Fluttershy's throat as she was swallowed further. "Let me go! Please! I'll never spy on you again! Deal?! Fluttershy?! FLUTTERSHY!!!!"

Too late. In a quick moment , the butter-yellow carnivore slurped up her legs. Her belly expanded to accommodate her prey, leaving the outline of the terrified earth pony.

"B...be...better..." Fluttershy whispered as more tears leaked down her face and the tingling feeling returned.

Lily said nothing as she prepared to run, terrified beyond rational thought. However, she tripped and fell. After that, she looked back at her fallen friend, who still struggled in the belly of the predator.

She wouldn't get too far, as when she turned her head, she found herself facing Big Mac's gaping urethra.

By the time she could scream, she was already devoured by the cock and...well, you know the drill. She was converted to cum.

What WAS unusual, however, was what was happening to Fluttershy. As her belly grew back to it's normal size by hastily digesting Daisy, her skin began to tingle and even bubble. She let out various moans of pain and pleasure as this transformation occurred. Big Mac just stood there and watched emotionlessly.

Her fingers grew long and claw-like. Her tail became a prehensile one with the tail-hair as a plume. Her face extended outward like a snake's head. Her neck extended too.

'Hun...hungry...must...feed...' She thought as she let out a small roar. It sounded like a lion's growl mixed with a tiger snarl. She had become a predator, through and through, thanks to this sprout.

Her rampage was just about ready to begin.

Meanwhile in an Alternate Dimension...

A humanoid figure cloaked in shadow walked across the dark eldritch location. It was like a house of mirrors, but it reflected the sins of many a world. Many a dimension. The images of murders, stealings, disasters, and all that were shown ad nauseum. It was a really difficult place to live in with that imagery unless you were insane, strong of heart, or pure evil.

This being was all that. He managed a sinister smile as he watched Fluttershy's transformation.

"Just you wait, master." The being spoke. "Equestria will suffer fates beyond their worst nightmares and we shall burn the rest to its core. Then the whole Multiverse will tremble with our name! After all, I didn't go through the trouble of kidnapping a few sources of power for nothing."

He turned to a door, which led to a massive room filled with generators. He entered and marveled at his handiwork. Especially at the largest battery there. "Right, Discord?"

The draconeques said nothing due to the gag on him, though he was still a bit weak to speak as his magical energy was being siphoned off by the machine.

"I bet you wish you went all out on me when I came for you. Well, too bad!" The being pointed at his defeated foe. "There won't be a next time! I'm going to video-tape what happens to your home just so I can see you squirm with terror!"

Discord just rolled his eyes, though he still looked weak.

"...Have it your way, then." The being growled. "I've got some breaking to do."

Back at Fluttershy's cottage...

"I hate to accuse Fluts of anything, but I'd say she chickened out." Minuette said as she, Roseluck, and Thunderlane looked around the place for her.

"Have a little fate, Minuette. She's probably gone on some kind of adventure." Roseluck said. "Remember that Changeling incident? Now, that was fun to read about."

"Sure wish I was there." Thunderlane said as she exited Fluttershy's room (and repressed all his urges to look in the underwear drawer). "Or maybe not. Those critters were creepy."

"Kinda feel sorry for them." Roseluck shrugged. "To forcibly feed off love every step of the way. Yikes."

"Good thing we've got PLENTY of love to spare with each-other." Minuette giggled. "Of course, we would if we knew where Fluttershy was."

"Girls...you may wanna see this." Thunderlane pointed to the back of the cottage.

When they got there, they found Lily's discarded clothes and some weird hoofprints on the ground.

"Going straight into horror movie territory here." Thunderlane said uneasily.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't Invasion of the Pony Snatchers, Thundy." Minuette said. "Though, that begs the question. What was Lily doing here?"

"She doesn't like getting out much, so this is a bit of shock." Roseluck assessed. "You think this has something to do with Fluttershy?"

"It's going to be a long day, is it?" Thunderlane groaned.

"Afraid so." The earth pony sighed. "And we might not like what we see."

Somewhere near in the Everfree Forest...

"You sure we won't get caught?" Rumble asked his girlfriend as they treked through the woods.

"Nah. Unless there's a crisis, nopony goes through here usually. We'll be just fine." Scootaloo replied. She was another teenage mare just a year above Apple Bloom's age. She was an orange pegasus with tiny wings and short purple hair. She was kind of like Rainbow Dash in the athletic sense. In fact, Dash was practically her idol, but that's another story.

Right now, she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. Like...right now.

"So...you sure about this?" Rumble asked as he leaned against a tree. She closed the distance between them and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Sure. How about we start slow?" Scootaloo asked seductively as she broke the kiss. "Let me kick things off."

She lowered herself to his sweats and she quickly pulled them down. Right out the gate was his cock.

"Going commando, eh? Nice." She said as she stroked the cock, causing Rumble to shudder.

"Family tradition, I guess." The young stallion tensed as Scootaloo licked it.

Then, without hesitation, she began to suck the cock. Bobbing her head up and down slowly, she savored the taste of the precum. She stuck one of her fingers into her pussy as she continued the blow-job.

"Ah! This feels great, Scoots! Keep it up!" Rumble said as he stroked Scootaloo's hair. He was a virgin like her, but even worse so. Unlike her, he wasn't too keen on the masturbating thing, so this was very new to him.

She hugged his legs as she got faster than usual. Her tiny wings began to flap in excitement as the climax built up. Now, his hands were pressed against the back of her head, urging her to go on.

They didn't notice Big Mac as he advanced on the couple. He had just fed Lily to Applejack, but maybe one or two more victims would satiate her for a few more days, right?

"I'm...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!" Rumble said as he thrust his hips into her mouth. True to his word, he quickly cummed into her throat. Instead of pulling away, she drank the cum, savoring the taste.

Their euphoria was the perfect opportunity for Big Mac's urethra to snag Scootaloo's hooves and begin to engulf her legs. This wouldn't take long.

Rumble's eyes opened after that wondrous sensation before they widened in shock. Apple Bloom's big brother was eating his girlfriend with his unreasonably large cock. That was a bit much to take in.

As soon as the voracious cock had read her waist, Scootaloo knew for a fact that something was very much wrong.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed as she tried to push her way out. "Mac, what are you doing?!"

Mac said nothing as he continued to suck her down. She still struggled before it reached up to her shoulders. Her arms stuck out as she slid in nicely with another scream of terror.

Rumble instantly grabbed on of her flailing hands and tried to pull her out. At the very least, she knew she was helped, but it wasn't enough. Rumble was smacked several feet away by one slap from Mac and she was soon deposited into one of his testicles.

"LET ME OUT!" She screamed from inside. "LET ME...hey. This stuff taste a bit like...no...NO!" The realization dawned on her, but her living space was quickly filled with the absorption fluid. "Rainbow Dash...help..." She gurgled before she was converted.

"I...I've gotta warn the others!" Rumble shouted as he high-tailed it out of there. He knew exactly who to talk to in the wake of this nightmare.

Thunderlane was nearby when he heard those screams. "Is it me or did things get much worse?" He asked Roseluck.

"Way worse. I heard that too." She replied.

"Forget Invasion of the Pony Snatchers. We're going straight into The Being!" Minuette said.

"You watched that movie, too?" Thunderlane raised an eyebrow. "Geez. I thought Rumble would have nightmares from that. Turns out, I was the one who kept waking up every morning screaming."

"And there's that honesty of yours. Never change." Roseluck smiled.

A sound resembling a whip cracking rang through the air and Minuette let out a startled gasp. Something had grasped her very neck. It was a long barbed tongue that held on with all its strength.

"Minuette!" Both Roseluck and Thunderlane shouted as they witnessed this event. The unicorn was then thrown to the ground.

She struggled against her restraint, barely getting any words out as she was dragged towards whatever beast did this. Out from the shadows came said beast. It was Fluttershy in all her bestial glory.

"What the?! FLUTTERSHY?!" Thunderlane winced at the sight. "Or...maybe...ah, forget it. Let her go!" He raced towards the predator, who had Minuette's head close enough to her gaping mouth. She felt the pegasus ram his leg into her side and let out a series of rapid fire kicks. It didn't seem to faze her, as she just used her tail to whack him to a nearby tree.

Before she could clamp her jaws around the terrified unicorn, Roseluck grabbed her friend's leg and pulled with all her might. She seemed to be making progress, as Thunderlane had gotten back up and he was kicking her head this time.

Fluttershy, even in her monstrous state, knew she had to survive. So, she let out a bright flash of energy from her eyes, blinding the duo. She whacked Thunderlane again with her tail, only this time, she used way more force. It actually shattered a tree nearby and woke up some suspicious looking plants scuttling across the Everfree.

The predator seemed to have an idea. For as Roseluck struggled to gain her vision again, she was tripped by an accidental kick from Minuette's struggling frame. She fell on top of her friend, leaving them nose to nose. Normally, this was the usual time for a steamy session back at home. This was not one of those moments.

This time, Fluttershy wrapped her tongue around the both of them, extending her jaws to swallow them both at the same time. With all her strength, she hoisted her prey up with her mouth and let them slide down her gullet. They kicked and flailed about, despite the nice feeling of their bodies against each-other.

Alas, they slid down the long neck better than Daisy did and soon, Fluttershy closed her mouth on their hooves, enjoying the struggles made inside her neck and, eventually, her stomach. She let out a happy hiss as she flopped down on the ground.

Thunderlane, beaten and battered, got up and looked at the slumbering predator. The outline of Minuette's back was there and a feeling of disgust and terror filled him.

"Oh, sweet Celestia, no..." The pegasus stammered at the sight. "What the fuck...what the fuck is going on?! Nevermind! I'm getting you two out!" He prepared to do whatever he had to do to get his girls out...only to have a panting Rumble appear in front of him. "Rumble?! What are you-"

"Big Mac ate Scootaloo! You have to believe me!" His young brother pleaded. "We have to hurry and get out of here!"

"MORE monsters?!" Thunderlane's eyes widened with fright. "This...THIS IS A NIGHTMARE! No pun intended."

"What do you...by Unicron's beard..." Rumble looked at the slumbering carnivore as the struggles in her belly were becoming weaker.

Suddenly, Big Mac landed behind the teenage pegasus. He had just got back from feeding Applejack and she wanted seconds. This pegasus duo would do nicely.

"Holy cow! What happened to your junk?!" Thunderlane closed his eyes. "Put on some pants, for Faust's sake!"

Before Rumble could use another deity's name to show his terror, his arms were grabbed by the strong hands of Big Mac. He struggled against them, eyes widening in fear as his situation dawned on him.

"NO! I'm not losing you too!" Thunderlane, despite his tired state, rushed towards the larger stallion, delivering a series of punches and kicks that should have brought down a lesser stallion with the first 4 hits. As one might guess, it didn't work.

Grabbing Thunderlane by the throat, Big Mac slammed him to the ground like a rag doll 34 times in only 10 seconds before throwing him a foot away. Bruised, bloodied, and battered, he could only watch as the horror continued.

"Don't...look..." Rumble pleaded to his brother as several tears cascaded down his eyes. However, the absorption would not come. Big Mac was inspecting this one's body. The Sprout's voice was echoing in his mind again. This time, the words were something along the lines of leaving him behind, for Applejack was actually satiated for a few more days. There was no need to absorb him.

Then again, that voice also said that a bloody mess would be splendid. Reluctantly, Big Mac allowed his body to do the deed.

Rumble screamed as his arms were torn off, leaving showers of blood everywhere. As if to end his pain there, Big Mac swung the arms together, popping the pegasus's head like a melon. Bloody chunks and brain matter littered the area as the teenager's body hit the ground, stone-dead.

This time, no more terror was in Thunderlane's body. At least, not until a few moments later after that. Sadness...confusion...rage...

"YOU MONSTER!!!" Thunderlane shouted, shakily standing up. "I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU DID! RIGHT NOW!!!"

With a surge of rage and with even more tears flooding his eyes, he rushed at his foe...only to be backhanded by Mac into the weird plant part of the forest. With that, Mac continued his way to the farm.

The pegasus, still racked with rage, tried to get up, but the plants, which looked like the ones Fluttershy had been raising, had tied him to the ground. They seemed to be speaking in some weird language, as if deciding what to do with him.

"LET ME GO!" Thunderlane roared. "I'LL BATHE THIS WHOLE PLANET IN HIS BLOOD FOR WHAT HE'S DONE! Actually, I might just get as far as Ponyville in terms of blood bathing, BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS!"

The plants just started to glow a faint green. It got brighter and brighter until Thunderlane felt a searing pain. It was almost as if he was getting immolated. Despite the pain, he uttered one last word.

"MACINTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!"

And with that, the light was out. No trace of Thunderlane was left. The only evidence of this event were some burnt venus flytraps.

Meanwhile in Fluttershy's belly...

The two females still struggled, though the tight walls of Fluttershy's stomach were just too much for them. It was starting to get tiring very fast and it didn't help that it felt oddly relaxing as their clothes had finally melted. Their nude bodies could finally be pressed upon each-other just like old times.

Just then, the walls and some slimy tentacle-like protrusions began to close in on them. As they looked on helplessly, the flesh consumed their legs and arms with a sickening slurp. It felt like toothless worm-mouths were enveloping their skins. The tentacles slid across the rest of their bodies, caking them with a clear goo as they savored them. Their silky hair...smooth skin...soft breasts...

One of the tentacles wrapped firmly, but softly, around Minuette's mouth, thus gagging her and reducing her to whimpering softly. Another slid beneath her legs and massaged her pussy, furthering the whimpering. A few others covered her eyes, wrapped around her neck, and tickled her right nipple. This all stimulated further submission, causing her to moan.

Roseluck looked at this with utmost curiosity. She wondered if this really felt all that good. Even if they were getting devoured, it was nice to try. Something about being held so tightly and inescapably made her pussy tingle in anticipation.

Her time did indeed come, as a large tentacle appeared in front of her mouth, probing her face. In her daze, she opened her mouth and allowed the tentacle to slid in and leak more of that goo inside her. It flowed down her throat and tingled like wine. She felt even more light-headed and submissive, especially when a few smaller tentacles massaged her back.

Eventually, the two of them cuddled into each-other more, creating more moans of pleasure. It felt like they were melting into their bodies...which was exactly what was happening. Their frames were being digested and they were going to become nothing but nutrients for Fluttershy after this. The end was upon them now.

'At least...we'll die...together...' Roseluck thought in her Euphoria. 'In a place...so warm...warm...waa...uuunh....uuuuuuuuuhhh...'

Their minds were gone as soon as they melted into a fine slurry, ripe for nutrition for the predator.

It made the sleeping beast excited for the next hunt for sure.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

Geez. The body count/mind breaking continues. Though, is Thunderlane really dead? We'll have to see.

This outta be interesting. Anyway, remember. Every comment counts. See you next time!

Oh, and for those of you wondering what Minuette was talking about...